He's gone. He'll never be back. I don't know what to do. Mom doesn't know what to do. He had threatened to do it for years but we never thought he was serious. And now... I am fatherless, my mother is husbandless and we are almost homeless. Joe always had the job. I don't even dare to call him "dad." He doesn't deserve such a title. A title that meant that you would always be there through the good and bad, a title that meant that you were loved and idolized and that you returned the love and cared so much that sometimes it was too much.... But I've come to realize that too much is better than nothing... better than running off with that 23 year-old gold-digger.....better than... I can't even say. Life is hard, Joe had always told me that. I just didn't know that he would be the very one making my life that way. Life has beat me up pretty bad. Worse than any 14 year-old, or anyone, should have experienced. Life has pushed and punched. But I get up after every fight. Life has torn out and crushed my heart. But I have learned how to live without one. He's gone. He'll never come back. But it can stay that way. This isn't the 50's.Me and my ma,we can make it out there, I just know we can.
