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Anyway's fast forward a couple of years later, during high school I had to be picked up by my old man back to 26 selbone road(I don't care about what people say about the address, I'm exposing it for all the pain that household caused me) I naïvely thought at that time that my parents could come back together, since I didn't know any context at that time.
But that last day and that thought was my greatest mistake.
Ok flashback Time!
When I was six years old, my mother told me that I'll be in contact with my biological father for...reasons (Even till this day I still won't know, but I personally don't care) Point is, is that every other week, I would spend time with my old man as he fucking manipulated me for a majority of my life, from 6-13 years of age into thinking he cared for me without ever knowing the truth.
On that last day of contact, my old man was furious at me due me spending more time with my mother than him as he was screaming downstairs of the damn house as my other auntie(A horrible woman who harassed my mother, allegedly according to my mother, due to me not being born yet at that time) and Grandma said nothing as my old man was bitching about me, like what?
I was upstairs in my room as I was crying like crazy as I was at my lowest, both mentally and physically, and remember I was 13 at this time, and now I'm 17, about to become 18 alright?
But things got even worse, my old man called another auntie from his side of the family and my cousin and was screaming at my mother on the phone as I was traumatised, I wasn't even able to speak as nothing but tears fell down my face as I was broken.
I left that cursed household and came home to my mother as she and I cried throughout the whole night.
Even till this day, I'm still traumatised with that whole scuffle and I still think, "I wasn't even given a choice...even if I were to go back to that day...I'd still be broken without any friends or close confidants know..."