Alright, so I've been really sad and moody, concerned, crying to myself. Life isn't easy for anyone, but I'm not sure if people know exactly what I'm going through. So, I'll share my story.
First off, I'm a girl and my parents have been divorced since I was around three. I've dealt with a lot of marriage issues, despite me not even being married. I've chosen to write about it in classes, share it with people, and it makes me feel so happy. I think it's mostly that people listen to me and care about me, support me. Now that I don't have any school, I need another way to get it out, so, in a way, I guess I'm hoping you can all act like my class a little bit, so that I have a structure to stand on and not be left to blow away and vanish.
Well, I'll just say that my family is.... complicated.
First, my dad was with a woman named Liz, who I never met, but he really loved. They had two children together, my half brother and sister, Wellesley and Spencer. My half sister is older than my half brother, and while Liz was giving birth to him, she died. My poor father had to stand there and watch while his second child almost died, along with his first wife. Spencer got out, but he had trouble learning... everything.
A couple years later, my dad met my mother. They had my brother, but apparently my dad didn't really love my mom that much, Ethan (my brother), was sort of a mistake. I really hate to admit it, because he's the one I really look up to the most, who teaches me things, and is my ..... brother. Because if my dad didn't have a fling with my mom, I wouldn't be alive either. My brother basically saved my life. Though we're five years apart, I still love him. Anyway, after having Ethan, my parents got married and had me, the youngest. I still remember the scene when they broke up, I was about three. I stood before them in little froggy pajamas, crouching like a frog, worry on my face, listening to them yell, fighting and arguing. To this day i'm still extremely sensitive to fights and quarrels, always trying to break them up. I just can't stand them.
A while after the divorce, my dad married my step-mom. I really love her, but my siblings never had a good relationship with her, it was just me. They fought a lot though.
Very recently now, in about late May (2013), my step-mother finally got completely fed up with my father and she drove away to seek refuge with her family. Later, while my father was gone, she went back to get most of her items. I suspected she was gone forever because she took her couch, the dog, a fridge, 2 beds, most of her big things in general. I thought I'd never see her again. Since at that point, I was the only kid visiting my father because all of my other siblings were way older, or just couldn't stand her, I was his rock. He could really only talk to me, he didn't have any one else. He cried so much, I was so concerned and so worried for him, he was supposed to be the strong one. He just couldn't hold himself up, he needed to be with another adult. I wasn't an adult, I was just what he had to tell his feelings to. Although, for some reason, my stepmother responded to his texts, though not his calls, that gave him the tiniest bit of hope. Just the tiniest bit to live off of.
After that, I learned that both my dad and my stepmother were abused. That she was the love of his life, he couldn't live his life without her.
And now, I come to the present. On Friday night (June 14th, 2013), they were in a car crash. Together. Nobody told me if they got together or not, but my stepmother fractured her sternum. My father got a mere case of whiplash, non the less it hurt him. Luckily, no one broke anything, nor are they in the hospital, but life seems too much to handle.
I'm glad they're safe, mad no one told me, confused in general, but the person I count on the very most is strangely my 5th grade English teacher. I told her, and the one thing I could hear the most was,
"Keep Smiling."
