It was June, the last day of school when my mom and stepdad went through an awful divorce. I was only 11 but I knew why this divorce was happening, it was because of drugs. My stepdad was on drugs. I remember coming home one day from school, my whole family was at my house. I went inside and the first thing I said was, “Who died.” I was taken upstairs to my room and that’s when I was told my stepdad was on drugs. In that very moment I felt myself age about 5 years, I knew I couldn’t be an immature kid anymore. I was in the most confusing …show more content…
Which meant I went back and forth from mom to dad every other weekend. I was with my mom most of the time so that’s what I was use to. I hated going to my dad’s house, I would scream and cry as a kid. My dad and I have never gotten along very well, maybe that’s because he wanted a boy. We always fought, he was always pretty mean. I don’t think he ever meant to be mean but it came off that way. My dad was tough on me, he put me in situations where I was talking to only adults at 7 years old. I wasn’t able to be a kid when I was around him. It was kind of a defend for yourself type relationship. I was able to watch Boy Meets World when I was with him. Which meant I was able to hear my favorite quote and that made it not as