So summer is finally here, and with a new season comes a change. I used to keep a journal, it helped in expressing my feelings about the pain of my parents divorce and the family that was crumbling all around me.
6 yearsago I stopped talking to my mom. It hurt that she left with another man and I really felt that she chose him over my brother and me. I lived with my dad for a few years after the divorce. After some time thought I grew tired of the constant fights, mood swings and the fact he wasn't helping pay any rent or bills. So my brother and I both moved to a new city. We needed a break from him, which we never got. He came down everyday and we felt even more suffocated. At least in the old apartment we had an upstairs and rooms to stay in to have our own space and time. In a small basement apartment there was no where to go. Then out of the blue one day he picked a fight with my brother over something stupid and before he could realise what happened my dad was gone, out of our lives. We never saw him again. I know he has moved from his last address I knew of, he came here to drop off what he said was our stuff, but was mostly things he didn't want to bring with him to his new place. I wish he had brought my bike, that I could use.
