Story of my life that I can't share to anyone but here

A kid.

So I grew up normal, with an also normal happy parents. It was so freaking fun to have a normal parents and I'm sure people whose reading this, that have divorced parents, misses to have one. Or maybe not.

Anyways, in my case, I miss having  normal parents. It was fun to have them both by my side, sharing laughter and memories.. and more.

So in 2011 we moved to another districts, I was probably in grade 1. We moved because my dad, who was and is now a police officer got moved to another districts stations.

Moving to another house was fun but moving to another school was fucking sucks. Since I moved here I changed school A LOT. I didn't know the actual reason why but my father said it was because of transportations of sending me to school. Let me explain how many times I changed school.

In grade 2 I was in school A. In grade 3 I moved to private school, school B. When I was in grade 4 I moved back to school A. Just keep in mind it was because of transportation. Maybe by changing me back to school A was a good choice and easier for my dad I don't fucking know.

So it was 2014, I was in grade 4 and was probably nine or ten I didn't remember I'm sorry I'm very very slow. My mom who was currently working in this cafe got buncha friends. Let just go straight forward,  One of her 'friends' had fell inlove with her I guess, that he fucking put something to her that she fucking followed whatever he said. I don't know if you guys believe in black magic but I am. This guy was a fucking horrible person, he does black magic which in my religion was a fucking big sin that the only way you can be pure again is to repent very very seriously and never to do the same mistake again, so I hope he dies now and rot in hell even though I'm not really that religious I believe god will gives him what he fucking deserves now because he ruined my fucking life and I'll for sure hunt him to death. Let's name him dickhead.

So blablabla, my mom was a 'cheater'. It scarred my dad to life till now that it's annoying he keeps talking about it even though he doesn't like it and keeps putting my mom's name sounds really freaking bad like, "your mom's horrible" blablabla. I know, she cheated but I think it was not her fault. Here in my country, black magic was common for people to use to another people for them to lure the victim and blablabla. My mom was the victim and I feel bad every time my dad mentions her name like she really did cheated even when typically she was not. It was not her but that stupid son of a bitch, dickhead.

Long story short, they divorced that year and since then everything changed.