It all started when I was woken be the yells of my parents. I sat there for a moment in my bed, trying to go back to sleep. After minutes of restless tossing and turning, I decided to walk downstairs to see what was going on.
I crept down the stairs, rubbing my eyes as they adjusted to the light.
"Why don't you just leave, Ron?!"I heard my mother yell.
"Maybe I will. Better than living with a bunch of idiots." He replied.
Believe it or not, this was normal. It was Friday, the night dad always drank. And on some occasions he would drink one to many glasses of beer. Sooner or later "some occasions" turned into "every other occasion" to "every Friday night." He would always get drunk. It got so bad one night that the police had to come and escort him out for the night.
After almost a year of this crap, my mother finally realized her husband was an Alcoholic and that maybe things would be better if they "took a little break" from one another. The only problem was, we were not going with her. We were staying here with dad. The alcoholic that calls his kids idiots.
A couple weeks had passed and my mother had packed her bags. She was going to be staying with my grandmother which was her mother. She lived in Flordia, we live all the way in Eastern Kentucky. I gave my mom at least 500 hugs before she left, each time trying to convince her a little break wasn't needed. But, I new it was.
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Crying Doesn't Help
Random13 year old Nicole Rogers life takes a turn for the worse. Her parents end up getting a divorce and she finds out things that were meant to be secrets.
