It was 6:00 at night. I was with my family in our apartment in Byram, Mississippi. For several weeks, I had noticed a change in my parents. They were distant, always fighting. My dad was never home and I was beginning to get suspicious. On the night, my dad came home and I could tell that something was about to happen. That was the beginning of the worst night of my life.
My day started with waking up for school. At Gary Road Intermediate, my day was average, filled with school work and talking to my friends. I remember asking my friend Baleigh,
“Have you noticed anything different with my parents?” Baleigh said, “Yes, they have been acting a little strange.” This observation terrified me. My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt sick. …show more content…
I felt as if I was going to vomit everywhere. Thank goodness, I didn’t, but I still had this nauseating feeling in my stomach.
After school I walked into our apartment as usual, sat at the table, and ate a small snack. I overheard my mother in her room talking to someone, I just didn’t know who. I heard her say, “I just can’t do this anymore.” I didn’t know what this meant, but it didn’t sound like anything good. I ran into my room and called my friend Baleigh. I didn’t know what to do so I needed her to give me advice. We talked for two hours about my family and how I was most likely being paranoid. This helped me very much. My mind was at ease and I felt as if I was just being paranoid.
For the rest of the afternoon I felt amazing. After I finished my homework, I went outside of our apartment and took a long walk. It was a beautiful day. The birds were chirping, the sky was a beautiful blue, and everyone looked happy. My mood from earlier completely changed. I was happy again, and I was angry at myself for being so paranoid. My sister and I played outside all afternoon, laughing and having a wonderful time. I felt as if I had the world in my hands. My family was happy and so was I. That night, I walked back into our apartment feeling on top of the world. I thought everything was wonderful in my life again until that night. I walked into our apartment hearing my parents screaming at each other. I knew then, that I wasn’t …show more content…
He told me to sit by him. As I sat beside him, I could feel the anxiety that he was feeling. I started to become very anxious about what he was going to tell me. My dad then said, “Taylor, your mom and I are getting a divorce.” My heart dropped. I didn’t know how to react. Instead of using words, I started to cry. I was nine years old. I was confused and angry. I sat on the floor with my dad for what seemed like hours, I was completely numb. I was confused as to why something so devastating would happen to me. My mom was pacing around the room. She didn’t even have the decency to come into my room and console me. I wanted to be angry, but I knew that I couldn’t. My parents were not happy anymore. It would be selfish of me to wish that they would try to work things out. That night, my dad left our apartment around 7:30. I missed him already. I wanted to talk to someone, but I knew that none of my friends would understand. I thought, “Maybe I could talk to my sister.” But she was only four years old. She had no idea what was going on. I was alone and sad. I thought I had no one in my life that understood me. As I sat there crying in my floor, I began to think, “Maybe this is for the
My day started with waking up for school. At Gary Road Intermediate, my day was average, filled with school work and talking to my friends. I remember asking my friend Baleigh,
“Have you noticed anything different with my parents?” Baleigh said, “Yes, they have been acting a little strange.” This observation terrified me. My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt sick. …show more content…
I felt as if I was going to vomit everywhere. Thank goodness, I didn’t, but I still had this nauseating feeling in my stomach.
After school I walked into our apartment as usual, sat at the table, and ate a small snack. I overheard my mother in her room talking to someone, I just didn’t know who. I heard her say, “I just can’t do this anymore.” I didn’t know what this meant, but it didn’t sound like anything good. I ran into my room and called my friend Baleigh. I didn’t know what to do so I needed her to give me advice. We talked for two hours about my family and how I was most likely being paranoid. This helped me very much. My mind was at ease and I felt as if I was just being paranoid.
For the rest of the afternoon I felt amazing. After I finished my homework, I went outside of our apartment and took a long walk. It was a beautiful day. The birds were chirping, the sky was a beautiful blue, and everyone looked happy. My mood from earlier completely changed. I was happy again, and I was angry at myself for being so paranoid. My sister and I played outside all afternoon, laughing and having a wonderful time. I felt as if I had the world in my hands. My family was happy and so was I. That night, I walked back into our apartment feeling on top of the world. I thought everything was wonderful in my life again until that night. I walked into our apartment hearing my parents screaming at each other. I knew then, that I wasn’t …show more content…
He told me to sit by him. As I sat beside him, I could feel the anxiety that he was feeling. I started to become very anxious about what he was going to tell me. My dad then said, “Taylor, your mom and I are getting a divorce.” My heart dropped. I didn’t know how to react. Instead of using words, I started to cry. I was nine years old. I was confused and angry. I sat on the floor with my dad for what seemed like hours, I was completely numb. I was confused as to why something so devastating would happen to me. My mom was pacing around the room. She didn’t even have the decency to come into my room and console me. I wanted to be angry, but I knew that I couldn’t. My parents were not happy anymore. It would be selfish of me to wish that they would try to work things out. That night, my dad left our apartment around 7:30. I missed him already. I wanted to talk to someone, but I knew that none of my friends would understand. I thought, “Maybe I could talk to my sister.” But she was only four years old. She had no idea what was going on. I was alone and sad. I thought I had no one in my life that understood me. As I sat there crying in my floor, I began to think, “Maybe this is for the