Chapter 1

Who is she?

Chapter 1:

It was a beautiful day.
The sun was shining through the kitchen window, and the flowers were starting to bloom in the garden.
But why did it feel so different?
It’s just like any other day right? Mom’s in her room, snoring as she slept. And dad? Where was he?
Oh yeah.

It’s the first day of the divorce.

I finished my bowl of cereal and headed back upstairs. Now what was I to wear today? I kind of felt like something funky, but chic.
Oh that pair of jeans looks appealing. Oh and that crop top too.
But didn’t mom say that I’m not allowed to wear it? Alright, I guess I’ll have to choose something else.
“Good morning little monkey.” My mom said as she walked into my room.
“How did you sleep?” I asked.
“Like a rock.” My mom answered, “Did you already have breakfast?”
“Yep. I think I’m going to drive to the library to get some books on history for school.”
“Ok sweet pea. But make sure to be back soon, alright? I was planning a little getaway for us today.”
“Fine.” I said, forcing a smile.
“It will be great! We will first take a trip to the Cinema, and watch the newest girly show. Then, we could go and have a picnic at the Provincial park and after we could-”
“So… You don’t miss him?” I interrupted.
My mom pondered the question.
“Well, it is an abrupt change, but I feel more fresh and motivated to make a new beginning.” My mother droned on, “We always fought, and now, he's not here so I can spend my entire life with you. Your father never made time for us, as a family, to spend time together.”
“Ok.” I managed to squeak out.
How can my mother say that it was my father who never had time for us? My mother is that person. Or at least she used to be. My dad would always take me out for outings. If it was just for some time to practice soccer, or a trip to the mall, he used to take me out frequently.
“Honey, it will be alright.” My mom comforted as she attempted to hug me. But I jumped back, as if she was a disease that I did not want to catch.
“I sort of got to get changed now. I’m not planning on spending too much time at the library.”
“Ok, sorry! Hope you find all of your books.” My mother said as she walked towards the door.
“See you later.” I mumbled.
I flung myself onto my bed with tears streaming down my face.
“How could you do this to me?” I whispered, “I thought you loved each other! Now they are just broken parents with a broken girl.”
I forced myself to sit up and then pulled on my jeans.
I glanced over at my crop top.
"I don’t care what my mom thinks anymore."

And then I pulled the crop top on.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[dan]

Chain, Unfortunately the children suffer more separation anxiety than the divorcing parents do. My first wife and I divorced when our son was almost 5 and it killed me when I had to leave him with his mom in Florida since I had to move back home to Pittsburgh. He was so distraught and crying terribly I felt like a monster. The girl in your story is developing an anger toward mom, mainly because the mom got custody and stayed with her. If dad was there it may be the other way. But the kids DO bear the brunt of the disappointment and tears. Please send me read requests again? take care...dan

[MomzillaNC]

Divorce is always difficult, but's so much harder on the kids.

[wordman]

well this is the norm for divorce I think I liked this chapter