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When I was about 6 years old my parents had gotten married, and not shortly after they got divorced. It was hard for me because up until then I was a single child, so all the attention was put on me; so even when they’d fight I still got all the attention so I barely even noticed the real issues. But I guess they thought by having a second child that somehow that would save their relationship.
Well you guessed it didn’t help, in fact as one could imagine it just caused more issues. I guess you could say my new little sister was dealt a bad hand to begin with. She seemed to be always crying even when she got older. I remember her terrible twos, it wasn’t just her throwing fits like the average two year old; when she got mad she would begin to bang her head on the floor or wall. It didn’t even matter if it was cement, she’d still bang her head.
Now I was still young and didn’t quite understand things, all I knew was that my happy life was no longer happy. It seemed as if the fighting got worse, my dad was no longer living with us, and I had to share all the attention with this thing. I guess I ended despising her, and in away I think I may of even blamed her for everything that happened.
I can’t really remember if it was that same summer or the one after but I ended up going to my Great Aunt & Uncle’s for the summer; it had to been of that same summer because my sister was still a baby. Anyways I went to see them for the summer like I remember doing every summer, but this time it was different. Instead of going back after the summer I ended up having to stay there.
So I started school in the fall while living with my Aunt and Uncle, then shortly after my Mom, sister and my mom’s new boyfriend came right before winter. It wasn’t shortly after this it seemed as if my life was turned all up side down. I mean yes my parents would fight; and a lot of the time I can recall my dad breaking something but would never hit my mom, I would also try to get in the middle hoping to stop the fighting but come on what can a little girl do?
I still can recall the last fight I remember my parent’s having right before they split up, though as I’ve gotten older it seems to become a little more distorted.
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After we had officially moved from South Dakota and to Montana, we would of moved several times all in the same area just new trailers. Then my mom would of ended up having my youngest sister right after the boyfriend she had would have joined the fair and never be seen again. It wasn’t shortly after that my sisters and I would of been uplifted from out home and moved in permanently with my Aunt and Uncle.
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This is not the end. The story is to be continued.
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