Hi there, so this is my first story, it is loosely based on real events. I hope you like it, if you do please comment and let me know, and feel free to ask me any questions. I will add a chapter every week if I can. Apologies if its crap.
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18th November 2011. That’s when it started. I will always remember that day because everything went downhill from there. Every night after then until March 15th when he left it happened. Shouting. Nonstop shouting. Accusations, crying, arguing and fighting. And with us in the next room? It’s no wonder I’ve ended up like this.
Our family was one of the closest; we would spend every weekend and most nights together, so from going from that to barely seeing my parents most nights was hard. Parents splitting up may seem like the smallest of problems for some but for others it affects them badly, and unfortunately I am one of those people. I don’t know if you know what it feels like but constantly thinking of what could have been or thinking of all those days spent smiling and laughing which are gone forever definitely takes its toll. Not just your home life is affected; it’s your school life, your friendships, your confidence and health.
I have spent over a year now wishing everything could go back to normal but I am slowly coming to the conclusion that nothing will go back to being the same again. That I should just forget the past because it hurts too much comparing it to now. I have felt so alone throughout the whole process, I have isolated myself from everyone I care about because it hurt me so much when my father left that I can't bear the thought of feeling this way again.
