Dear Mother

Chapter 2

I still remember the day my own mother walked out on my father. With no reason to leave even. My father provided everything he could for me,my older half brother and older half sister. I remember my father telling us to go downstairs in the basement. I remember sitting on the steps listening to my mother scream at my father. You could hear plates and cups being thrown and shattering on the tile floor. We all sat still, waiting forever for it to be over. We were all told to come upstairs after about a half hour. My father never hit my mother, it was my mother that was the abuser. Sometimes I see myself in her, as it was what I grew up with. Being the youngest wasn't fun, nor being the oldest or middle child. I was more emotionally abused by my mother than physically, but I can't say the same for my older siblings. My mother was always the one that walked out, and I would always beg for her to stay. I remember that last time it happened, I cried and held on to her legs asking her where she's going. She never answered. I never wanted to lose her, but I didn't want to lose my father either. But I went with my mom. My father still tells me that he was going to kill himself that night, that he had a note ready and everything. The cops showed up before he did it. They tried to take him but my dog Charley growled and nipped at them. They almost pepper sprayed him. My father got angry and said "you do not ever pepper spray my dog". I always cry knowing I could have lost him that night. My siblings and I along with our mother went to my grandfathers house, as we had no where else close to go. The whole way there, my sister and me bawled the whole way knowing this was it. I thought I was never gonna see my father again. But that was just the beginning of it all...