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Bryce-Chapter 6

When my parents started fighting in the 8th grade, I didn't read too much into it.
Parents fight all the time, right? Overcooked chicken, wrong clothes in the washing machine - things like that.

Normal.

I figured that it would cease pretty soon and everything would go back to normal.
I was completely wrong.
The fights grew bigger, the shouts grew louder and soon my dad began sleeping on the couch.
As I said, I didn't get involved believing that they would make up soon. Whenever they fought, I went over to Juli's or took my bike out for a ride.
Maybe I should have done something.

Maybe I should have done something when my dad said that he was staying away for a couple of months quote-unquote "because mom and I are on a break."
Maybe I should have done something when my mother announced in the summer of 11th grade that she and dad were getting a divorce.

Maybe I should have done something when my dad left with his luggage without turning back once.

But I didn't. And I wasn't going to relive watching my mother wither in sorrow for days, weeks, months after he left just because Juli wanted to know my feelings.
My life was not going to be made into a therapy session.
He left us behind.
Period.
What was there more to talk about?
And the only thing I could do right then was move on with my life without him and his scorning judgements.
And ' talking about my feelings' wasn't going to help me do that.
Now, was it?