I do not know when exactly all that started, as I tried to forget it. Trying to bury it deeply, but I ended up only swaying it under the rug.
I was living with my mom. Always arguing about dumb stuff, you know how it is- teenagers. Now that I think of it, I have an amazing mother, the best one. I was making my problems, blaming them on others. I Love you mom, I am sorry for making you go threw this.
As for my father, he came in and out of the frame whenever he felt like it. That time he was back, I was much older but still acted like a child - as I always did since I was born. I threw myself to him, badmouthing my mom and our relationship. That was dumb of me, but I guess we were dumb and dumber at that time. As he didn't see through my teenage caprice and started to do the same. Let's say that helped me getting more mad at my mom.
Me and my dad become close, I was living the dream, living something I always wanted to have. Having a dad.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
