I remember one day coming home from school with my mom and dad. Later that night my parents had been fighting but I didn't know why. All I can recall is my mom on the couch crying with my grandmother and my dad in the room packing. At the …show more content…
I was living with my mom, her boyfriend, my brother and my sister. It was a cramped, two bedroom, upstairs apartment with the three of us in a bedroom together. Things were always tense between us and my escape what staying with my dad. It wasn't that my life with my mom and stepdad was bad, far from it, but my dad was the fun parent with no rules. Someone you could barely even consider a parent while my mom and stepdad were the ones actually "parenting" me. Any kid would choose the "fun" parent over the one with rules. During this time I went back and forth between my mom's house and my dads, which was a lot of times stressful for me. Middle school became increasingly difficult for me as I was depressed and felt alone. Finally came the day when we moved back to Fresno and I couldn't have been happier. When we moved back things weren't great for me mentally for a while but eventually, things turned around. Today my stepdad and I have an amazing relationship and I consider him my actual father. My brother is my best friend and I am finally beginning to have a relationship with my sister, which I had missed out on due to the divorce. Lastly, my mom is one of my best friends. We weren't always close, especially since I didn't know the real reasons behind the divorce and because of how much she worked to keep a roof over my