You know that moment when everything in the morning is going so well, so good...But suddenly turns REALLY BAD. like, really REALLY bad.
yeah...that's today for me.
Woke up,nice whether, everything just going great.
Dress up, go get a bite to eat. My little bro dresses up in his new hoddie with bear ears, he looks fucking cute.
Moms a little bit on the pissed of side,dad doesn't want anything to do about it.
Everyone gets dresses and gets in the car.
Dad opens the trunk of the car,to check what's inside.
An umbrella, moms favorite. One problem it was in the drunk while my dad was driving around some tires. That umbrella was trashes. Mom started telling dad why doesn't he tidy up the car, and dad started telling my mom WHY the hell dos she have an umbrella in the trunk in the first place. So everyone was driving angry in the car.
When we reach the department store,mom asks what do we want for dinner. the question as usual goes out to my dad, because he is always complaining about dinners. Dad says - nothing.Mom says - fine, then we can go home. Since dad was pissed of he drove home,not saying a word. While on the drive back, on the back seat, my brother starts mumbling hes only 2) usually i talk back to him. this time i didn't...
when we got home, everyone quickly went there own ways. Dad went back home, mom started walking towards the shop, i got my brother out of the chair,he wanted to play in the snow, there wasn't a lot of it, but it was enough for him...
Mom wanted to go to the shop, my brother wanted to play, so he started shouting. Mom said that bad kids go home, so me started walking back. he kept on shouting. mom hit him. again. and again. i was never the person to protect someone, i was usually the one being bullied. i shouted at her to stop. she then just shook him. he was crying and screaming. when we got home, dad came and asked why was he crying. i just went to my room , i was crying,but before going to the room i looked at my mom and she looked back. Dad was angry, he came to my room and asked why the hell what is crying. i hesitated, but then i said that mom hit him, thats why hes crying. dad took brother and said that they are going to the play room, mom said she is going too, but dad stated that she isn't going with them. We all went to the car, i put my bro in his seat, when dad said he doesn't want me going with them ether, i told him that i just want to buckle him up. i left the car, mom was already walking away. i asked dad to give me the keys, since i didn't bring my own. i went back home. after about half an hour, mom calls me and she starts talking about divorcing. i didn't answer. im fine 'ill be out of there home as fast as i can.i'll get a job to pay my own bills,ill survive on my own if i have to. but my brother wont. he's to young. he's to young to even understand what the hell is going on...
i dont even..