Divorce by Y

I remember the time my parents got divorced. I was about 9 years old, and only had 6 days in the Dominican Republic. It was hard for me because I was used to speaking English, not Spanish. But I had my brother and sisters with me so I figured it wouldn’t be that hard. I went to D.R. to live with my dad because I hadn’t seen him in 5 years. I felt kind of distant between him because it seemed as if he didn’t want to be around us, but not just me, my brother and sisters, but also my mom. I didn’t know why I felt like that, I just did.

I thought that if I told any of my brothers or sisters about what I had noticed, they would think I was crazy or something. So I kept to myself and minded my business. But I had gotten an explanation as to why I had been feeling like that ever since I got to the Dominican Republic. Turns out, my father has been cheating on my mom ever since he was deported from the United States to the Dominican Republic, which was for 11 years before my mom had found out. As soon as my mom found out, she divorced him. I know I sound kind of selfish, but I was kind of happy my mom did the right thing and divorced my dad. Not only was my mom highly upset, but so was I. I could not believe how selfish and un-sensitive my father was and still is. I never looked at him as my dad again because I hate people who hurt those who I love and he hurt my mom without having to even think twice. I’m never forgiving him for what he did to my mom, and because of that our relationship got worse.

It all started with him not minding his business and being nosey. He stole my diary and read the whole thing. When I got home, my diary was opened to one of the pages that said “I love you Gabriel.” Gabriel was my ex-boyfriend from New York. Then he tried to sell my phone secretly while I was visiting my mom and forgot my phone at home. Then it was when he found out I like this kid in my school and the kid liked me back. He just had to get in and tell the kid that I wasn’t a good daughter to him and soon after that, me and the kid stopped talking. I wanted to leave so bad and live with my mom, but due to money problems, I couldn’t because there wasn’t enough space for my brother and I.

I used to talk to my mom through Facebook and he would always try to read our conversations. I wasn’t scared of him at all so I did whatever I had to do to get myself out of there. He thought he could get to me by telling me bad things about my mother, but none of the things he told me about my mother topped what he had done. He always lied. I just felt as if he was more of an enemy than my father.

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