(TW: divorce/homelessness/mention of arguments)
That was the first of a series of moves. Mom ended up not getting along with her "beloved" husband, she moved us away in the middle of the night. After a while in a big city, she moved back to him and got into more fights with him. She kicked him out of the newly built barn we we're supposed to live in until we had a house and into the trailer we got for the same purpose. When my siblings and I went to visit our biological father, she had moved into the nearby town. She kept this little bit of news from us until we got back, so you can imagine the shock we got from that. She hadn't even gotten an apartment or something. She just went to the shelter and didn't tell us until we arrived a little past eleven at night.
I tried not to get mad at her. At least there would be no more fighting, right? But I had lost what I thought would be slightly less temporary friends than before. We spent the rest of the summer at the shelter.
School came before I could even fully process what the summer had brought. I was used to change but this was too much for me. I felt overwhelmed but I knew my family would just tell me to get over it so I just stayed inside doing nothing that whole month before school.
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