You hate me right?
my mother told me that boys teased me because they liked me. i told her it was bullshit and she slapped me across the face.
I never told you this but that was the reason why I chose to live with my father.
I knew they hated me. Why else would they call me names?
There were times when they wouldn't let me play because I didn't have a mother anymore. They said she left because she didn't love me. I wasn't wanted. She wished I was never born. I already realized this at a young age - not everyone who loves you stays.
When my mother left, it changed me forever.
Imagine an eight year old not knowing where their mother was every day. I was always wondering of she was coming back. Even hearing her voice over the phone was going to be enough, at least I knew she was alive. Not knowing was the worst thing ever. But my father filled that void by loving me twice as much.
In the end, my father found someone that truly loved him.
He deserved it.
