4 and Fearful
I was born April 15th, 2011. Now, from the night before I was born, I learned that my parents had an argument and my MOTHER (my heavily pregnant mother) slept on the couch the night before I was born. I was about 12 yrs old when I learned this. Now from this point I would say that my life has been messed up from birth. I mean come'on who argues with a pregnant woman and then lets HER sleep on the couch. I mean, who am I kidding? That probably happens all the time, and it's probably the woman's decision. Anyway, this is only where it begins. Of course, being young you don't remember much, but I'd say I remember quite more than the average. I remember on countless occasions my parents would argue, bickering back-and-forth about heaven knows what. I remember one night in particular when I woke up to yelling, of course, and my parents looked startled to see me. My mom told me to go to their room and lie down in their bed (like that would help) and there I was met by my brother, who had also been scared. I was about maybe 2 or 3 at the time and that's the only argument I remember very clearly. Already at the start of a sad life. Eventually, I woke up one day and my dad... was...gone. I asked my mom where he was and of course she gave some lame excuse saying he was at "work". But he didn't return for several days and I think I eventually stopped asking. A few months go by and there's someone at the door. IT'S MY DAD... with bodyguards. Apparently, he came back...no, not with the milk... but to retrieve his clothes and other belongings. He didn't even look at me or my siblings, and I was confused and sad. I thought he was coming back and staying...but he wasn't. He grabbed his stuff and left. Young and confused, some months went by, and I'm pretty sure during this time my parents were going through the divorce process and my mom had full custody due to restraining order #1 (you'll understand later). I was 4 yrs old when my parents divorced. Eventually, we had to start sharing custody.