Open Closets

My Life

A/N: hey lovelies, this amazing 44th chapter is written by hailee0418. Thank you so much for helping <3 you are awesome.

My story. It's complicated, yet simple. If that makes any sense. So let's just start at the beginning.

So growing up was pretty normal for me. I had one mom, one dad, an older brother, and a younger sister; I was the middle child. As I started getting older, seven and eight, I started to notice how much my parents fought. I forget what they really even fought about but I do remember that they fought, a lot.

One day in August, the summer before fourth grade, I had to go over to a family members house along with my sister. I was about nine at the time making my sister seven. I just remember both of us being at a friends house and him, my family member, come and pick us both up. I asked to go back to my house because we were in the same neighborhood so I could get my stuffed animal that I couldn't sleep without. I was told no.

That night was horrible for me, since I didn't have my stuffed animal I couldn't sleep. The next morning we were both picked up by my mom and she drove us to my grandmas. I noticed our bikes there but she just told us that we were going to go on a trail ride with them. My moms sisters and brother were all there too all sitting at the table.

We walked back into the guest bedroom that was now filled with boxes. As I looked around I started to notice that it was all of our stuff. My sister asked her what was going on and my mom told us that her and my dad were splitting up. In all honesty I was pretty fine with it. Since my parents were constantly fighting I knew it was for the better.

That weekend my moms family, along with us, went up north. We talked to our dad for a bit on the phone but other then that we didn't really talk to him.

After a few days the three of us all went back to my dads. My mom dropped us off and left without looking or talking to my dad. My dad was outside with some of my brothers friends that were a couple of years older than him. We all talked for a few minutes while my dad told us that they came over and helped clean up. I had this guilt feeling just for being so okay with it while he was obviously, in a way, struggling.

We stayed there for a few days and then went back with my mom.

As the days, weeks, and months went on the custody battle started and finished. We were staying with my dad during the week, after school on Wednesdays we would go visit my mom, and then every other weekend was with her. This was good, at first.

My dad started complaining to me and started badmouthing my mom. I soon started getting a bad picture of my mom because of all these things being told to me. I never wanted to be around her. It was like this for a pretty long time; my brother, sister, and me all went to this therapy type thing. I hated it and so did my brother so we just stopped going.

Soon my dad and I stared fighting, but more just arguments. Nothing really major. My mom and I started getting along more and more and for once in awhile, I was happy. But that didn't last for long.

When I got into middle school, 6th grade, I really started paying attention to things going on around the world. And my dad didn't like that. We would argue about many things, just none of the topics were that important. I quickly tried to defend my opinions, but they were never valid or true with him. Everything that came out of my mouth was wrong.

In seventh grade I stared forming more and more opinions and really starting to stick up for them. And my dad hated that. We also didn't just fight about opinions.

I remember one time in about February when I was picking my schedule for eighth grade. In eighth grade you have two elective classes, usually you only have one. So I knew I was going to be taking a PERRs thing and a language. At my middle school they offered Spanish and Chinese. My brother took Chinese and found it pretty simple; my parents both wanted me to follow in his footsteps. I didn't.