The first change in my life was a divorce between my parents in between first and second grade. In the United States, divorce is not that uncommon so I wouldn't say my life was that different from others' lives at this point. The divorce was good, as it eventually ended all too frequent fights between my parents. The fights started after my dad suffered a stroke and started battling epilepsy. I was very young at the time and don't know what the arguments were about. All I remember is sitting in my room with the door shut, crying and wishing they would stop fighting. I would always think I did something wrong, and I would apologize to my mom when she would come to sit with me after the argument ended. She would always tell me it wasn't my fault before starting to cry. I remember these incidents very clearly as they gave me intense emotions as a young child.
Directly after the divorce however, some memories are a bit more traumatic. These are mostly memories of physical violence. My dad would grab my mom's arms and would yell in her face. I only saw it happen a couple times, but I know it happened more. The most clear memory is one of my father throwing my mom on the ground. Because of these moments, I would start to hate my dad, but I never stopped loving him. Why you might ask? I don't know why. Human feelings for another are sometimes unexplainable. With time, the violence faded along with the hatred. My dad regained my trust, and that was my mistake.
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The Not So Average Life of a Teen
Short StoryI would like to start off by saying I do not plan on writing these types of stories regularly. This is my first story, and it will be a one-hundred percent honest autobiography. I'm more so writing this for me, but I hope you enjoy.
