Yes, speaking back to this personal problem of mine. I'm talking about this because I don't have friends to vent with, so a blog would be the easiest thing to do, plus my identity wouldn't be known. My mother went home when I was 5 years old. When I was 7 years old, she disappeared from my life completely, no. I think I have a photo of him, although I still don't remember his name or his face. In this topic I will talk about my brothers and sister who are also in the topic. Preferably for privacy I won't say their names. I'll start.
When I was 4 years old my parents were arguing and yelling, it was a horrible situation, my sister used to take me to the park so I wouldn't hear that... it still hurts me to say this, the last time I saw her was at a festival in my kindergarten, it was the day of the mothers and we went to eat fruits and candy at night she came out with a bag of clothes she was quite sleepy but I still asked her where she was going and she just yelled at me and came out crying my father was in his bed also crying I was nervous my brothers were sad and I didn't know what was happening I saw her leave the house and there I started crying, months later I was in a class and the others were talking about their mothers and I still hadn't seen her since she left so I started crying in the house class my teacher asked what was happening and I told her everything, they called my father and took me home my father was with me all day he took me for ice cream and everything... even then I started to miss her then time passed and she just talked on the phone with her until she blocked my number and everything, since then I cried for several weeks without being able to accept that she left. Currently it hurts me too much to talk about it but it is something I need to leave behind by talking about it.
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