Divorce
The day any child would dread for their beloved happy parents. Or so we thought that they were happy parents.
I always lingered around the corner feeling the tension that was in the air at my house. My Step-Father and my mother were fighting again. My sister, brothers and I were always afraid but always new that it would come to this.
Mom: “I knew you were cheating! I know that you don’t love me anymore get out of my house you bastard and don’t come back!” She never really just talked, she always wanted to yell. I think it was to get her point a crossed.
Dad: “I never cheated quit being selfish, you always do this. This has never changed. You will always assume something that never happened.”
Mom: “That’s bullshit, I know you did something always talking to your many girlfriends that you have online. Never wanting to cuddle with me, kiss me, love me, you always want to play that damn computer game. This is your fault not mine. “
Dad: (sighs) (looks at her with disgust)
Mom: “Don’t look at me like that, you know that it’s true. You never want to be with me.
Dad: “This is why; I can’t be around you without you starting an argument with me.”
Mom: “That’s it I’m taking the kids. You will never see them again. You can pay the child support while you go off with one of your whores. See if I care!”
The fighting and bickering goes on for hours after, meanwhile us kids are hiding in our room pretending to be asleep but our ears are glued to the door. Then Sydney 11 years old at the time decides he wants to venture out of the room.
The day any child would dread for their beloved happy parents. Or so we thought that they were happy parents.
I always lingered around the corner feeling the tension that was in the air at my house. My Step-Father and my mother were fighting again. My sister, brothers and I were always afraid but always new that it would come to this.
Mom: “I knew you were cheating! I know that you don’t love me anymore get out of my house you bastard and don’t come back!” She never really just talked, she always wanted to yell. I think it was to get her point a crossed.
Dad: “I never cheated quit being selfish, you always do this. This has never changed. You will always assume something that never happened.”
Mom: “That’s bullshit, I know you did something always talking to your many girlfriends that you have online. Never wanting to cuddle with me, kiss me, love me, you always want to play that damn computer game. This is your fault not mine. “
Dad: (sighs) (looks at her with disgust)
Mom: “Don’t look at me like that, you know that it’s true. You never want to be with me.
Dad: “This is why; I can’t be around you without you starting an argument with me.”
Mom: “That’s it I’m taking the kids. You will never see them again. You can pay the child support while you go off with one of your whores. See if I care!”
The fighting and bickering goes on for hours after, meanwhile us kids are hiding in our room pretending to be asleep but our ears are glued to the door. Then Sydney 11 years old at the time decides he wants to venture out of the room.
She uses him as a pawn in this dirty game that she wants to
play. He walks over and lays down in my
dad’s lap. He holds him as if he is a
small baby again.
Mom: “Sydney come to mommy, what do you want? Do you love me or him? Do you want to stay with me or go with your insubordinate
father?”
Dad: “Don’t talk like that, just go away, and go pout
somewhere else.”
Mom: “You have no say in the matter you just keep your mouth shut you ass.”
My dad sighs, holds my brother tight in his clutch not wanting to let goes, fearing that he will lose one of his kids forever. He caresses his hair, talks to him gently, lets him know that dad won’t be gone forever.
Knowing she lost this battle mom storms off into her room, slamming the door behind her, closing us out of her world.
Mom: “You have no say in the matter you just keep your mouth shut you ass.”
My dad sighs, holds my brother tight in his clutch not wanting to let goes, fearing that he will lose one of his kids forever. He caresses his hair, talks to him gently, lets him know that dad won’t be gone forever.
Knowing she lost this battle mom storms off into her room, slamming the door behind her, closing us out of her world.
This is a really good dialogue!! i feel that im actually there.
ReplyDeleteHow interesting it is that the mother's wild and forceful words are somehow countered with the father's gentle actions towards the little boy. He looks like the good parent when she is going off on verbal tirades, while he is hold the child "as if he is a small baby again" and "caress[ing] his hair, [and] talk[ing] to him gently, [to] let him know that dad won't be gone forever." It's also quite sad that the kids are closed out of her world. She uses the child as a pawn, but in her passionate moment, she neglects the other kids. It's a sad situation :(
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