Dreaming... The only happy, tearless times I've had since my mother left. I've never had much luck in life, I guess this only proves how unlucky I really am. My dad took her absence much harder than I. He'd wake up in the morning, only to stare at his cereal bowl for 20 minutes at the least. I at least attempt to live my life as if she wasn't ever in it. (Which technically, I felt as if she wasn't) My dreams usually contain very realistic images of my mother while she was living with us. Most of the time when I'd have these dreams, I'd wake up to find myself on the ground, screaming over something that wasn't there... Her.
I knew it was going to be hard, but she left us feeling unwanted. Not good enough for her. She told me she never wanted a child, but had fallen pregnant with me at age 17. "My future is ruined!" She accused my father. "The stupid kid is yours, you should take it." She told him after I was born.
A couple months before she walked out on us, I noticed the atmosphere changing drastically in our house. My mother actually seemed happy, she would smile and laugh aloud, she even started wearing makeup again. I knew for sure that something was up, when my mom started coming home from work really late, and when my dad would look away when she walked through the door.
It was August 2, when she told us the "Great News." She began telling us that she had "Found someone else." Then proceeded to tell us how we could have never met her expectations. (She didn't actually say those exact words, but she clearly implied it)
After her little speech, she walked up to her room and started packing her bags. Half of me wanted her to stay despite what she said, but the other half wanted to help her pack her bags. Walking back into the living room, I was shocked to see that my dad hadn't moved an inch, and was staring at the wall with an unreadable expression on his face. He was paralyzed in shock. I thought about his immediate reaction, and wondered how I looked right now. As if in response to my thoughts, my dad looked up with a sad expression written on his face, "Anna? Are you alright?"
"Yeah." I replied, my voice cracking.
"No!" I cried out and ran into my fathers arms. "Oh, Annabel it's going to be alright. We don't need Karen to be happy. We never needed her before." I felt his warm tears streaming in tiny rivers down his cheeks as he hugged me.
"Dad, I don't think she realized what she's lost." I smiled warily at him, trying to make him feel a little better. We loved her despite all her flaws, and all she ever did, was walk all over us.
30 minutes later, my mother stumbled out of her room, dragging all of her belongings behind her.
"The rest of my junk is at Phil's house." She spoke without hesitation, before she walked towards the front door. I stared at the wild woman with crazy, red hair, and wondered how this spiteful person could be my mother. I just then realized what kind of person she was; a conceited, hateful woman who always gets what she wants.
The last words I ever heard from her were, "I'm sorry..." Before she slammed the door shut in our faces.
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