"I'm moving to Texas."
Those words could very possibly be the end.
I was on the phone with my dad, telling him that I wish to live with my mother in Texas. Then everything just went down,
down,
d o w n.
He says, "Don't even bother coming home. Just stay there," as my heart shatters into a million pieces.
The words echo a million times over.
I eventually come back from my trip, but I can't express my regret in coming back. Things were worse a million times over. So many fights, so many arguments, so many tears. Although, the tears were all mine.
