So as I was only 5 years old at the time, I don't quite have a memory of what exactly happened here. I have heard only one side of the story. I like to imagine the other half of the story. I just wasn't old enough to remember much of what happened. I remember that we lived in a small apartment and I was of course the only child which made me the angel of the family automatically. My parents both loved me so much, or so I thought.
To set the scene, It was me, a 5 year old little angel child, my mother, and my father. They had been arguing over ownership rights for a long time. That night, they settled the divorce and my father took full custody of me. I don't know all the details about the legal work done. But here starts the new chapter of my life, living with my dad!
Yay! Living in a girl free household! Must be a really caring and loving dad you have to offer to take the trouble of you off of your mothers stress. Oh really must he? Yeah, yeah NO. That's not quite how it always works. Stop being so stereotypical please. My dad had a bit of an anger issue you could say. This is why my parents didn't work out. My mom was too fragile. I mean I guess. He is just a bit intimidating. But I was a big boy. I could handle this. I was almost 6. My father had no idea what he was doing with a child honestly. What he didn't know was that I knew he didn't know what he was doing. I realized this and immediately started being responsible for myself. I took control and did what I could to take care of myself and make it easier on my dad.
I then started working my way up in life. My dad realized that he would have to enroll me in school. I began kindergarten at age 6. That was that. This leads us up a year to me being in kindergarten in 1999.
