Eventually, my parents grew to despise one another at some point during my childhood. An event that defined the end for my parent’s marriage and our family was when my father called the police on himself. My mother initially attempted to hide my father’s issue behind closed doors until that day. My sister, Yessy recalls a moment when mom had our father in the kitchen tied up to a chair when we came out the locked room we saw mom with a knife in her hand point toward our father. When we came out the room she realized what our eyes had and stopped. In that instant, our father called the police, and he was telling the police to arrest him because he was intoxicated in front of his daughter. My father committed no crime, but in his heart, he knew he had a problem. My family after that day was no longer the same, and I can say that I don’t remember that feeling going throw me but definitely the memory. My childhood consisted of my parent’s constant bickering, fighting, and yelling that made our home unhealthy. The moment my parents called it quits on their marriage it was a weight off all our shoulders, although I was not aware of what the divorce would …show more content…
During the separation of my parents, my mother told my father that it was unhealthy for him to be around me. That my father’s intoxication has caused one relationship to end, and that my mother wished that his relationship of father and daughter would not end. My father felt guilt and did not argue thus he removed himself physically from our home, our family but not my life. I recall the day I had to leave him at the bus station I expected his return from the buses later that day, but he never came home. My mother and sister can recall countless days after his departure that I would question his whereabouts. At times I’d ask why did my father have to leave me alone? The great pain I felt from my father’s removal of my life. My mother agrees that due to his departure I was a more quite child, but never as aggressive. Eventually, we developed a relationship over phone calls that led to twice a year visits. Although my father made his way back into my life I don’t recall that as a child I felt when we