It all started when I was 5 years old. My mom came to my room and told me that we were going to stay with Nana and Papa for a little while. What I did not know was that we would be staying there for about 2 years. After about a month of staying with Nana and Papa I asked my mom when we were going to go back home and she told me that I would go back every other weekend and that she would never go back to the house. After she told me this, she explained what had happened and how her and my father were not getting back together. She also explained what a divorce was. When I was about 8 years old, I started to refuse. I would stay up at night and cry because I missed my dad so much. I wanted to see my dad all the time and I was not used to him not being able to tell me good night. I was not the same after this. Once I figured out that I would not get the same good night that I was used to getting, I changed completely. I would not be the same child that everyone was used to be. After my mom noticed that I was constantly crying at night, she took me to a counselor that helped me understand that my life would be changed. …show more content…
The counselor told me that I would have to get used to just seeing my dad on the weekends. She also helped me understand that the weekends with my dad would become the most valuable time that I would have with his relationship with me. She then gave me a few tips that would help me in the future to get over wanting to see my dad all the time. One of the tips that she gave me was to get a shoebox and write a letter to someone telling them about your feelings. This helped me alot. Once I accepted that my mom and dad would not be getting back together I started getting back in the same person I used to be. I would not cry as much at night, which soon evolved into not crying at all at night. I would quit writing letters to flood out my feelings, instead I would turn to my phone or tablet to get out of the world that I lived in. I believe that instead of writing letters I transitioned into playing on my phone or even just checking the time. Because it was easier and quicker to do than to get out a sheet of paper, a pencil and to find time to just sit and write a paragraph or two on how I felt. I believe that I was tested when my mom married my step-dad and when my dad moved back to Covington, GA where he was born and raised. When my mom married my step-dad I thought it was the coolest thing in the world that I would have 2 dads. At first I thought this was super fun. I later found myself just going to my room at night after dinner and just sitting there cause I did not want to play with him. Now when my dad moved back down to Covington, GA, I was tested by taking me away from my home that I had known and lived in all my life. After I was tested, I was rewarded with my step-brother, who was not really a reward but more of a punishment. I thought in the beginning that it was super fun and I would always have someone to play with but I was wrong. Once I