I felt like such a horrible, terrible person today. Why, you ask? Well, our dad usually picks us up on Sundays to "spend time" with us (us being my brother, sister, and I). So we come back after being gone for over two hours. We all go inside, and our mom tell us to stay in the living room or whatever (or at least me and my sister). So me and her were freaking out because we knew what was going to happen. My mom had told my dad to wait before he took off. So he got out of the truck and we all ended up sitting on the porch. Our mom told our dad that we had decided to stay with her instead of him (them being divorced and all). Well, he didn't take it very well and he just got up to leave. My mom kept calling his name and he just kept on walking. He threw a pumpkin shaped cookie at the truck (one that i had totally just given him). Then, he got in the truck and left. I felt like, really horrible. It was so awful 'cause he didn't even look back. As he walked to the truck he had his head down and everything! I mean, he threw a damn cookie at the truck! And I knew I made the right decision, but how can something so right be so wrong? I mean, I knew I had to stay with my mom for several reasons, and I knew my dad would have to find out sooner or later, but I still felt really bad about the whole situation. From the moment I told my mom that I had chosen to stay with her instead, I knew my dad wouldn't take it very well. My dad ended up coming back because I guess he cooled off and my mom called him back, and we talked about it...sort of! D: I'm tired of making these kinds of choices. I wish it would all just stop.
PuppybearRocks · Mon Oct 08, 2007 @ 06:05am · 0 Comments |