Whispers To Stanley

Divorced

  There was another fight again tonight. Their always fighting about small things.
  Like once, my mother argued with my father because he wouldn't give my mother some money to buy her cigarettes.
  I also remembered last time, when my mother got furious with my father because the house is old and ugly. Mother wanted to move to a better house, a bigger house, a beautiful house.

  She wanted to move to a mansion. A grand one. Sadly, her 'dream house'  is just a fantasy. 

Father can't afford even that.

   Maybe mother's dream could be a reality if she starts changing her feckless attitude and find a job or she could just try to start appreciating her life and starts to be happy to find a man whom she 'accidently got pregnant by' and that poor idiot actually didn't leave her like all the men who just wanted to satisfy their desire.

But instead, he gave her a home, food, money, and a life.

  Mother never cares about father. She never did, she never will.
Eventhough father tries so hard to impressed his wife, she will never be impress by a poor old man.

But tonight, this fight, wasn't a small one.

Tonight, mother's asking for divorce.

(Time) at Night (Location) Living room.

"How could you Yvonne? " my father said with an angry tone.

"How could I what?" Mother replied as she starts admiring her expensive-manicured fingernails.

"Why would you want a divorce? Am I not good enough for you? Where would you get money? I was the one paying all the debts, buying your ' stuff ', paying Stan's school fees. I was the one feeding  this family! " father grabs mother's hand roughly.

"What are you doing? I just manicured my fingernails!"  Mother hissed.

Father hold mother's hand more tightly.

"You care your fingernails more? How about you care for me more? How about you care Stanley more? Why won't you care?"

Mother rolled her eyes and pulled her hands from father and starts to laugh. "Why should I? Why should I CARE?"

Father can't stand it anymore. His blood inside him starts to boil. He clenched his hands into a fist. He puts his hands up wanting to knock the woman in front of him" I can't STAND you anymore b-"

" JAMIE? don't you know what you're doing? You're trying to KILL ME, aren't you?" Mother glared at father.

Father became speachless. He was shocked. He was terrified. That's it. The winner of this game, was her.

"A-a-at least.." father stuttered.

"At least what?" Mother rolled her eyes annoyingly.

"At least, let me bring the boy." 

"That thing? You want 'it'?"

"He is a human Yvonne! You cannot call your son an 'it'!"

"I can do what I want, I can CALL him what I want."

Father became annoyed. "Whatever. Let me bring him with me. He's my son. I'll care him more than you."

Mother let out a sigh. "No. That 'it' is staying with me."

"No! Stanley will co-"

"If you insist on wanting the boy, you gotta deal it with me in, court. I got a lawyer you know. "

He was defeated. Father is in no use. No one can defeat this woman, this witch.

It went silent.

Silence.

I'm in my room.

They thought I couldn't hear them yet I could.

They're going to divorce. 

At least father won't have to care for her anymore.

But me.

I'm still stuck here.

I thought I will be free with my father beside me. But i'm still begging for my life to be free.

The story of my life has began.

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Sorry for the long update!
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<3Llama.