What A Lovely Life

Life With Dad

 

Living with my father and not getting to see my mom very often took a great tole on me and my brother. I had become more moody and a whole lot meaner. I was getting in trouble at school because I was a free willed person and I didn’t give a damn about anything. I was failing my studies and had to talk to my school counselor every single day about what went on at home and how I felt about it. Well counseling has gotten boring for me at this point in life because I had been in counseling since I turned four. It was all involuntary but my parents thought I needed to talk about my feelings. I didn’t understand quite yet what I should and shouldn’t say so in result of that I got my parents in a whole crap ton of trouble.

 

 

Just thinking about it I thought I was saying all the right things to my counselor but it turned out I wasn’t and it all ended up in tears and stress. By the time I turned eight I was on a bunch of medication to help “control” my anger issues but it didn’t help at all. I had no interest in taking so much medication but my parents would practically shove it down my throat if I didn’t take them. So I decided to take my medications that didn’t even work anyways. Living with dad was hell! Every time I wanted to talk to him he never had time to he was to busy trying to find a new girlfriend. My dad went through so many girlfriends I can’t even tell you how many because I lost track.

 

 

What is a girl my age supposed to do when you have no female figure to talk to and be comfortable with it? Well I didn’t know then either I was really emotional when it came to not having anyone to talk to because I was holding it all in. So I took it out on the walls of my room in my dad’s house and on my grades. I know that I was only in like third grade with all of these feelings but I was really smart and diligent. If I set my mind to do something I did just that and I wouldn’t stop until I finished it. I started to notice that all of my teachers were putting me in different classes because I wasn’t trying hard enough and I was told if I didn’t do my stuff I would get held back and have to leave all of my true friends behind and I didn’t want to do that so I picked up on my studies and made it through all of my classes and moved on to middle school.