Christle was born on January 1st of 2000. She lived a normal child's life. In her eyes.
Before the baby turned 1 her mom went back to work, while her dad stayed home 'taking care of the baby' he played video games and threw crackers at the child. He didn't believe he had to care for her. When her mother, Sasha, got home, she complained to Robert for not caring for Christle. He took Sasha by her neck and began to hit her while the baby sat in her mothers arms crying. Once he stopped hitting her, she pushed him and screamed "GET OUT! I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE! JUST GET OUT!" Robert didn't leave until Christle was almost two years old.
Sasha went to work every day. When she got home she repeatedly told Robert to leave. Until one day, she got home and Robert wasn't there. (which was usual) That night, he got home. He told Sasha "So I was talking to these girls at the bar... They said you're never gonna love me again. So I'm just gonna leave..." Sasha was sighlent. "... So... You're not gonna cry?" Robert asked. "Good! What do you want me to say? I've been telling you to leave, I've been telling you I don't love you any more!" She yelled.
The argument went on.
The next morning, her ride wasn't there. "I thought I'd take you to work one last time." Robert began to explain. "OK but we're not talking at all." Sasha agreed.
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The Making Of Christle
Non-FictionChristles life has just begun. Everything is new to her. Let's see how far she gets. This is all true. If you like the story please let me know so I can publish more.
