One More Mistake

I don’t really know where I’m going. All I know is that it’s going to be far away from here. Before I start the engine of my car, I grip the steering wheel tightly and try to remember why I’m doing this. Oh yeah. I’m escaping the screwed up life that is basically consumed by the stress and guilt of my parents’ pending divorce. Nothing is final yet, but either way, I have no say in where I go. I almost want to smile at the sudden realization that now I do. Now I don’t have to listen to the incessant accusations coming from my older sister about the reason why my parents fought the way they did. Every time, I heard the same thing. Why did I have to screw everything up for everyone? I knew I did, but hearing her say it over and over again really got to me and made me resent her and the rest of my family that much more. But none of that really matters anymore. I turn the key in the ignition and the low rumble of the engine gives me confidence. Before I change my mind, I pull out of the driveway and take one last look at my house. Well, actually, no longer mine. Theirs. And I don’t want to have anything to do with them. So, hopefully a brighter future lays ahead? I can only hope.