I do realize that I kind of got sidetracked but I need to start for the beginning now.
Back to the basics.
My life mainly crashed when I moved to a new house. I loved the house and it was great for the year I lived there before my dad woke me for school in 4th grade and told me that he and my mother were getting a divorce.
The mood that day shifted. I'm not sure why. My dad seemed different.
Life went on fine for a while before realizing my parents had a tension id never noticed before.
They started fighting until it got really bad.
My brother and mom were arguing horribly all the time.
I joined along with my second brother occasionally.
A few days stood out more than others.
They're hard to talk about but that's what I'm here for, right?
The first bad day.
Brother and mom yelling.
I ran outside and my brother Carson...I don't know where he was. I sat in the car crying. I was out there for a few hours until my dad got home around four.
Yelling.
That's basically all I can remember.
Not as bad as other people's lives but I'm just here to tell about my lessons and it may help you too.
Crying.
I sat in the car writing signs saying help me and held them out the car window for people to see(no one came around or saw and the car was parked).
Confusion.
I didn't know why it was happening.
After the mash of confused tension I ate garden salsa sun chips on the porch with my dad. He seemed a little better.
I did too. I don't know where my mom went.
I didn't really care.
But later that night I tried not to think about it.
It was hard but I fell asleep okay.
It wasn't that bad.
In the end I felt okay.
For now.
