Good Enough

Custody

The courthouse was huge with a big of decorative detailing on the doorway, but when we got into the court room, I feared for my life.
     I'm going to be honest with you...I can't tell you exactly what happened in that court room, it was like the end times, like the room was hell and the judge was the devil, who knew exactly what I feared. All I can say, is that my dad gained full custody, and my mom gets every other weekend visits, but this summer, those visits won't be happening.
     Walking out of the courthouse was the sweetest relief of my life. I felt like I had restraints on my arms and legs the whole time, holding me back.
     Sometimes I feel the the world is on my side, like when I get an A on a test, or there is no "crust" on my locker, but sometimes I feel like it hates me with a burning passion, like when I find 2 flavors of gum under my desk, or my dad gets full custody.
     I'm sure you all probably want to know why my dad gets such a bad rep, well I guess I better fess up, he's an ex alcoholic. Yup hundreds of dollars spent on cans and bottles of the stuff. And the worst part is, I don't know if the word "ex" still applies! I know when we saw him last month for the visiting rights, I didn't see anything, but who knows what he's been doing while we were gone! But it's to late, there's nothing I can do, I might be stuck all summer with an out of control alcoholic.