Sunday Night

October 18, 2010

It all started with a phone call from dad:

“Kelsey, you need to go pick up some stuff from your mom’s house. I think Riley should come with you though, she is really angry with you.”

Riley and I drove to Loveland and proceeded to go into my house.

“Give me your house key, your mailbox key, and your garage door opened,” mother said.

Riley and I walked upstairs and started packing up some clothes.

“You better be careful about what you take, because you won’t be coming back here,” mother informed me.

We packed up as quickly as possible and made it out to the car with my belongings.

I forgot my backpack, so we turned around and went back to mother’s house.

As I knocked on the door, she answered it.

“Oh, she’s back for more!” mother yelled.

“Not for you, that’s for sure” I responded.

After grabbing my backpack I walked back downstairs and cried “If you don’t want to be my mother, I don’t want to be your child.”

This is when she said the most hurtful thing; the words I will never forgive her for:

“You’ve never been my child.”

My home is now gone; the one I was anxious and excited to make my own.

No consistency, no stability.


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