Chapter One: Discovering Truths and Real Personalities

This explains my first few hours with dealing with the divorce between my two parents.

It's the middle of May, a Monday at 4 in the morning and I receive a text message from my sister.

It seemed to be a bit bizarre, so I waited for myself to wake up from what seemed to be the start of an unsettling dream to what It looked to be, after I checked the second time, an unsettling nightmare.

I slept in the basement, so I went upstairs to see if it were true, and as sad as it was at the time, it was sort of true. I came to the realization to whom my mom really is, and knew that she would never do anything such as cheat. Which, that statement, was true. My mom never laid her hands on a man in a sexual matter.

"I did not cheat on you Bill, I have no idea what you are talking about." My mom says calmly to my father. She was out until about 3 in the morning, as my dad stated it, with her "f**k boy". Mind you, my siblings were in the same room. One being 13, Mackenzie, and one being 9, William. My mom was out until 3 with her buddies that she use to work with at Target before she attended to College.

"You did, you have a new boyfriend, fuckboy, boytoy, or whatever you want to call him. I found his "stuff" in your pants" By then, my dad did sound ridiculous. I kind of just sat there, on my phone.

"You need to calm down, because your son in sitting next to you." My mom was still calm. She was acting more mature than needed, but she was being a great mother nonetheless. My brother was looking worried and was a little scared, which was normal because being 17 at the time, I was a little scared too. My mom reassured to my brother that everything will be okay and that there is nothing to worry about.

My dad went ahead and said the most dis-respective thing: "Don't listen to your mother, she's a liar." Now I was okay and understandable with what vulgar words my dad had to say to my mother for awhile, but after he told my 9 year old brother that his own mother was a liar and such, that broke me. I didn't say anything because all my life with my dad I've been scared of him.

I didn't know if he was going to swing at me, curse at me, or anything. That's how it was growing up. I always got hit with the belt, or hangers for not cleaning up. He'd do the same to my sister, and we'd always hide and run away when he'd come home. Every time we would come home, he would always yell at us for leaving a mess, or not doing a chore. It's understandable, but the yelling at swatting at kids for not cleaning up their own mess is unforgivable and so our automatic reaction is to flinch from him. He even always said that mom was the good guy, and he was the bad guy.

There was one time I went to be school's counselors for having a hand print on my shoulder. My teacher spotted it when I was in 5th grade in Jefferson Intermediate School. The counselor had asked if she should call my dad about it, and I was scared and told her that I didn't want to get in more trouble at home. She respected that and left it at that.

Back to the story, my dad ended up pulling a paper plate with a name and a phone number. the name was Ken A. (I don't want to give out the last name) with his phone number on the bottom. I thought that was kind of weird, because my mom said she had no idea who Ken was, just to keep my dad on a calm state.

While my mom and dad exchanged words about Ken, I got up and walked into my sister's room. I told her that I didn't think mom cheated on dad. I knew in my heart that my mom was not like that. My sister had troubles believing me because she was just pounded with the words my dad stormed into my mom's room with (My sister's room shares a wall with my mom's) so she couldn't stop crying and kept thinking of what happened. I ended up reassuring her that mom was not like that and that she would never cheat on anyone.

I came back into the room to hear that my dad disabled my mom's car. My dad had stated it clearly that he took wires out of my mom's car. My mom was demanding to have him fix it (He's a mechanic) and that's when I noticed that that's the start of my dad controlling and trying to ruin my mom's life. She obviously felt threatened, and scared since my dad was hammering her down with words that was making her want to cry. I then moved from my dad's side and sat next to my mom.

My dad had demanded my mom's phone, so she gave it to him without saying anything. I was still on my phone, looking on Facebook for said name Ken. I did end up finding him and talking to him but that's for another time.

That morning was a school morning and I had called my friend Natalie to come pick me up to drop me off at school, because I was scared since my dad seemed to not be in a stable state of mind and I felt as if he were going to drive us into the other side of the road.

That was only morning one.

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Thank you.

Author's Note

Please excuse my explicit language.