During the same time I was having problems with my relationship with Mario, my mother and I were having a Fallout. We were constantly fighting about my father. She harbored feelings for him that were very negative and I just did not know why. We fought constantly, it was hard. I said things to my mother that I wish I never did. My home, did not feel like home. One day me and my mother had one last argument, and I left. Moved out to live with my father (who was moving down to Trinidad).
Living with m father was good for a while, but it went downhill and fast. He was really depressive and harbored a lot of hate toward my mother and I couldn’t stand it anymore. During this time I was working full time and managing school. As circumstances got worse, I ended moving out to my fathers to my older brothers. I got a job as a waitress, full time, and worked late nights. Through all this moving I never felt like I belonged…

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