Life After Separation

Week 1

Friday 19 September 2014

At first I was smiling like I couldn't believe it. Like seriously? Mum and Dad? Who never fight! Splitting? It has to be some sort of a joke. And then it dawned on me that it wasn't. I felt a lump form in my throat. I looked at Mum. Then turned back to Dad. I couldn't get it past my head. It was like I had been submerged in ice-cold water. The shock was astounding. I, for once in my life, was lost for words. He kept talking, my father that is, not that there was any point because at that present moment my brain wasn't registering anything. Except them three words. "We're splitting up". Three words that would change my life forever. Then again, there are many three-word-combinations that could change your life. I love you, Marry me please etc., etc. It was just that they were three words I never expected to hear.

It was too much. I tried to be strong but I couldn't. I felt my eyes brim with tears and tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but failed. I just sat there, tears streaming down my face, feeling as helpless as a lost puppy

I sat there like that with Mum and Dad on either side of me for God knows how long. Then Mum went out for one of her stupid, horrible cigarettes. I really hated them and she still bloody smoked them even though she would need more money than ever which meant she could probably do without spending an extra fucking tenner everyday on fags. I decided I was going to go to bed to mull things over. I went down to my room, got changed and went over to wipe my face beside the mirror. As I turned around my reflection made me grimace. My eyes were red, my cheeks were heavily tear-stained, and my throat was killing me. Crying really isn't a good idea when you have a sore throat before you even begin to get upset. I stumbled in to bed and picked up my book. I, for some reason, am unable to get to sleep unless I read something INTERESTING. Don't ask why. It's just something that developed over the years. I read for a half hour, then put my book down and go to sleep pretty easily.

Saturday 20 September 2014

I woke up at 10:30AM and lay in bed for a few minutes thinking about the events of the night before. It definitely had not been a dream because my eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and my throat was parched which made my voice crack when I spoke.

I went up to the kitchen and grabbed the laptop, being interviewed by both Mum and Dad on my way. I took it out to the sitting room and texted a couple of my close friends to let them know what happened and then talked to my bestie from primary school. She was going into town and wondered would I like to go with her for a bit of fun. After I told her what my parents had told me the previous evening, she replied with "Don't bother coming if you don't want to. I know what your going through since Daddy died." I felt so relieved. She knew what I was going through except my situation wasn't as bad as hers had been three years ago. My Dad was moving away yet I would still see him,. Her Dad had gone away permanently. I told her no, I wanted to get out for a bit. It would do me good. So we went into town. Well actually we went into town for about 1hr then decided we wanted to go see a movie at the cinema.

We wanted to see "If I Stay" but it wasn't on at the right time, so instead we seen "The Giver". It was about a young boy in a community in the future where everyone has a special thing to do and there are rules that everyone has to follow closely. Nobody knows what colour is, so the first bit is in black, white and grey. Everyone's memory was wiped so nobody knows what war is.It seems like a pretty dull place, until, at the boy's graduation he is passed over until the very end, when he is told my the communities leader that he has been chosen an the next "Receiver Of Memory". This means that he will be shown elements from the past that no one else in the works has access to. He sees colour, and he finds out what war is and also what love is. He goes on a quest to find the boundaries of memory, and cross it, so to deliver back memories of the past to the people of the present for the good of the future. But actually, the only reason I wanted to see it was because the guy in the picture was REALLY good-looking, well he was was from my point of view anyways.