The Broken Girl

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After that cold December day in 1999, my father decided that I was no-longer his child and (temporarily) left my mother.

She was completely devastated, he was her everything. If she did anything, it was because of him; her life was in the palm of his hand. She didn't know what to do anymore without someone controlling every aspect of her life. It was hard for her at first, but with the enormous amount of support that she got from her family, she got what she needed to care for the two of us.

At this time, my mother was at her happiest; what she would later call her "true happy". With my father out of the equation for about two and a half years, she got to control her life again, she got to be free of her husband's ridiculous commands. She was finally able to live life the way she wanted.

However, this period of happiness did not last for long. As long as the world keeps turning, nothing will last forever and nothing will stay the same. No matter what is going on in your life this rule will forever apply, despite how you may feel about it.

They got back together.

One might wonder why she would take him back after everything he did to her and their daughter. (whom he missed over the first two years of life). People also wonder why others stay with cheating spouses or partners who abuse them. The answer is simple, but in it's simplicity it is one of the hardest things a human can go through. As Stephen Chbosky, a New York Times best seller, (who knows a lot more than I do) would answer it with this, "We accept the love we think we deserve."

The moment she took him back was the moment it all began, everything else was just child's play.

After a few more years of both my mother and I being controlled by my father, things were normal. It was not a normal household by society's definition in any means, but it was a normal for us. My mother did what he said, only what he said, and I was raised to do the same.

As the obedient toddler I was, I remember asking for my parents' approval for a younger sibling instead of just going and getting one myself.(because back then I thought that was how it worked) I really, really wanted a sister. Luck, as it seems, has never been in my favor, and two years later my wish was granted (ish); I was going to have twin brothers.

Boys, I love you so much and I miss you more and more each day.