"Take this teddy bear to that b****" Mom said to me and brother.
What happened after that first fight between mom and dad?
My routine was every day seeing them fighting!
Mom is known to be a drama queen. She screams and makes everyone hear about your problem miles far. But she was hurt, I could understand her. Because nobody expect me and brother saw her how much she closed the doors on herself every evening crying, screaming in silence. Regretting every choice for being with father. She was trying her hardest no to show us, or not to influence on us. It is so contradictory how she felt with my father and with us. As If she was trying to tint him as a red flag. She wanted every body to know how bad he was. With us she was protective. I was always standing by her door, hearing her laughing hysterically aa if she was loosing it. As it she lost her mind.
I would lie if I said my behaviors did not change, I became more rebelling at school. Hanging out with some classmates who were into bad stories. We were cursing and we were bullying some other classmates, we were so young then. We were only 10. Our parents were all busy filling our heads with their peoblems. They were emptying our hearts from love.
My grades dropped, and I cared less about society. I was telling my closest friend about how bad father was. She was talking about her father and mother divorced, we wished they never existed.
We decided then to become besties.
The day came, when the red teddy bear was teared, and all the tables turned.