My Family: The Event That Changed My Life

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I got up feeling a bit melancholy at the age of 11. I remember seeing my dad's truck pull down our driveway at a very early hour in the day. Oh wait, it was a Thursday, and if my mom noticed his predictable habit of coming home on Thursday mornings, nothing may have happened. It's so weird how that it was that long ago my mom finally decided to leave him, and yet he acts the exact same way he did then, if not worse than he does now.

I ran to the bathroom because I knew exactly what was going to happen. First my dad would ask why my mom's "friends" were going through all our stuff and bagging it. They would say they're helping her clean. He would nod and continue like a normal Thursday; make breakfast for himself then watch a little TV. But today was not a normal Thursday. Maybe a minute or less later I watched outside the bathroom window as a moving van came down the driveway. Our family, as we knew it, was demolished.

My mom hadn't even told my dad where she was going, let alone that she was even going. She told him she was going to leave him a note, then give him a call later tonight after we had left. My dad yelled, screamed, shouted, and made her feel guilty as much as he could, but her mind was made up. I went to my room basically drowned in tears when he came down, and sat next to me. He looked me right in the eye, with a stern look on his face. With a booming voice, he said, "If you leave, I will never see you again. You will see me as much as you see your real dad." I started crying harder, trying to show him how much it was hurting, but for some reason he continued. I now realize he just wanted to unload his pain onto someone else, someone he felt superior to.

I later called...

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...ally be. Before he used to make comments about her weight (she's 5'6, 115 lbs), then he started making comments about her stupidity and worthlessness. As I am writing this he is yelling about my mom doing nothing around the house and the TV being on too loud and me always in my room doing nothing. He once told my mom that if she left the company, he would never yell at her again. Two years later after the company went bankrupt, and yet he's still not happy. Imagine that.

There really is no end to the event that changed my life. Everything from that point on I can remember it like my own phone number. I could recite so many things that my mom has told me, but I will spare you, it's not that important anyway. In fact, the real thing I have learned from all of this is a phrase that I have had to tell everyone who has heard my story: don't worry about it.

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