My dad has been a diplomat for years. Every couple of years, were packing up and changing homes. I thought I was living the life, perfect parents, friends from all over the world and sure we didn’t have a stable home but we stayed together and that’s all that mattered. Paris was where I met my best friend; Beijing bought the three of us closer together but Egypt is where my family fell apart.
A lady stopped my mom and I in Cairo asking to speak with her. I’ve never seen my mom so devastated in my life. I think she almost died when the lady touched her stomach. I was old enough to understand what was going on. I thought she stayed because of me. I appreciated that and I loved them for working it out but when it continued throughout several countries and I could see the love lost between them, it just seemed pointless to me.
She was like one of those girls I made fun of for going back to the same guy that treats her like shit over and over again.
She was my mother though. Dad and I hardly even speak now.
Nothing he can say or do can fix what he’s done to our family. I hated him for it. I hated the fact that he got to still have a wife by his side and parade us around like the perfect family as he did his dirt on the side. I guess you see now why I can’t stand men.
My mother's been trying to tell me she’s in town and wants to see me but you know what the funny this is? I asked her to stay with me in New York- so that we can start a new here, have a stable life and not have to deal with dads bull…do you know what this lady did? She dubbed me to follow her cheating husband around. Now she’s in town…now she wants to see me.
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