part one

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They fight all the time. He shouts, she screams. None of the fights have ever ended in "im sorry" they always ended in my dad on the couch and my mom sobbing in her room. Later my father would sit on my bed. He reassured me. "It's okay". I'm not stupid. I was thirteen, relationships can't last forever. Months and months passed of their bickering. Not a single "I'm sorry" was mumbled, I doubted it ever would. Finally the day came. They had yet another straining argument, this time my dad never came to tell me it would be okay. In fact my dad never came at all. He left. He lied. Why wasn't it okay? I knew that not all things were supposed to work out, but this wasn't all things. This was my dad and my mom. He was supposed to say it was okay. He was supposed to lie to me. Thinking about it now I don't know what's better, being told that it's going to be okay knowing it won't, or being told the truth just hoping that it's a lie.

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