The question never lies “who do I want to live with?” but “who do I want to put up with?” Would I want to live with someone I love or who gets on my last nerve? Do I was three more people in the house or two? Calm or hectic? The questions raced through my head as I decided the biggest decision of my life. Do I want to live my mom or my dad?
If I stayed with dad things would be different. I might not have a phone or a computer. On the other hand, I might get along better with my sister and I might have a bunny. With mom I may not have a pet, but I have family. Mom has been there helping me the whole way. Dad has helped on his schedule. My decision has affected my life today and has altered my future.
Through thick and thin my mom has been there. She went to all three of my dance recitals, dad only went one. Mom lets me go to my grandma’s house (my dad’s mom), even though she and dad got a divorce. At mom’s I have no siblings, dad’s I have one sister and one brother or sister on the way. At mom’s I get my own room, dad’s I had to give up my room for a baby I don’t want. Why should I live somewhere with people I can’t stand? Mom’s house I don’t have to clean a cat pan or listen to a screaming 4 year-old. I don’t have a copycat as a shadow. I can live my life with a phone and electronics. At dad’s I have to babysit my sister when I should be doing homework. Dad never once came to one of my band recitals, Christmas Eve or picnics at grandma’s house.
what do I do!?
