My life is ruined and there is nothing I can do about it. It only takes a few stupid mistakes to ruin someones life, and my family...they made a lot.
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My mom had cheated on my dad when I was 15. We had went up to Canada together one summer and she figured out that she was no longer happy with my dad and slept with a French Canadian. A man with an accent, nice. Hard to resist, eh? No not really, loyalty is obviously not a word in my mothers vocabulary.
By the time I was 16 my parents had split. My mother begged me to come with her, she said that she needed me. But she had lost all my respect for her when she cheated on dad, so I refused over and over again. She eventually went up to Canada to live with the man she cheated on my dad with. I heard that they are Very happy and will be married soon! Gag me with a spoon.
I had always been a Daddy's girl anyways. He got me everything I could ever need or want and he loved me dearly, so I was perfectly fine just living with him.
After mother left, daddy found out he had internal cancer and would only have a few months to live. I was devastated. But I couldn't let him see that, he needed me to be strong.
So I got permission my sophomore year in high school to travel around with my dad and do my school work on the road we went everywhere and anywhere that year. But as time went on he became weaker and weaker and we had no choice but to come back home. I was home just in time to start my junior year, I wasn't to thrilled to be spending my days at school but daddy insisted I go; that he wouldn't be very entertaining...but I had just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
I took him to as many Penguin games as possible because that is one of the things that we could both still enjoy, and besides we have season tickets...we couldn't let them go to waste.
It was January when my dad passed away. Not only was it in January, but it was on my Birthday. I don't think I will ever feel the same way about it. It is in no way his fault, I don't blame him at all, but it still hurts. He left me, not alone, but he left me.
I moved in with my grandparents for the rest of January, but I will be leaving in February because they feel that they cannot handle a teenager at their age. Yeah right, we all knew they just wanted to get me back together with my mother.
I missed my dad. A lot, but I had already spent over a year crying myself to sleep and I found that there were no more tears to be shed.
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Sooo here I find my self in Windsor, Ontario. Waiting to be picked up at the airport by my mother and him.
From the few times I have 'talked' with my mother, she seemed to be stuck on telling me how big of a hockey town it was. I suppose trying to warm me up to the idea of living with them. I have to admit that it made it a little less painful, but I still didn't want to me here.
Pittsburgh was my home, I already miss my friends. I plan to visit them on my breaks from school. I left them in charge of my season tickets, now that dad is gone. He left me every thing. I was still daddy's little girl. Tears stung my eyes.
Just then a black SUV pulled up and my mothers head popped out, great. This is just the mood i need to be inn right now, an emotional wreck to meet the home wrecker. I hope he likes sarcasm because thats all he is going to get from me. That and the silent treatment.
They both hop out of the car, mother comes and hugs me, I don't hug her back. He grabs my bags and puts them in his SUV. He is saying something to me, but I'm not in the mood to listen so I just hop into the car and pray that summer gets here fast so I can go back to Pittsburgh.
