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December 15th to be exact, they got married. They stayed together for 25 years, I believe the 25th anniversary is the silver... or whatever.
Doesn't matter anyway.
My cousin Otto called me, and told me to call me mum. He told me that Sarah (my demon sister) said to say "hi".... holy shit, she actually gave me some degree of notice? And she's at my grandma's? What the shit is going down? Why couldn't my mum call me herself? Whatever, I called her, I expected some sort of surprise, but nothing like this.
They want to get a divorce.
divorce
25 years
divorce
living really good lives
divorce
WHAT THE SHIT.
I really didn't know what to say. In their 25 years, I don't remember one time when they were so pissed off at each other, that it would come even close to this. I really don't trust what my mum says at this point... she's at the point in her decision where she's trying to point at every bad thing that my dad has done... but still. This situation is pretty bad. Apparently, he pushed her down, and she got hurt. He then tried to get my littler brother while my mum called the police. My mom alleged that my dad was trying to flee to Mexico. I call bullshit. Didn't work... they got him, and they took him to prison.
My mum sent my dad to prison
divorce...
What the living fuck.
He got bailed out... by someone, I don't know who. my mum filed a restraining order, he can't come within 100 yards of the house, the kids, my mum, or even the place he works (because it was with my mum) ... My mum went to work today, she did the whole route. She called me. She didn't sound sad, she sounded pissed off. She said she had no remorse, and she was in a happy mood it seemed.
What. The. Living. Breathing. Anal. Fuck. Shit.
Whose fault is this. Where is my dad? Who's he with? As soon as my mum hung up, I tried to call my dad. Apparently, I would learn later, the police did not let him take his phone. I imagine it was still laying on the headboard on their bed, ringing, buzzing, with no one to answer. I was at the bunny's apartment. His room mate came home. I was sniffling....
No, everything's not okay. I have to go. Get home. Yeah, my grandma's. My parents...
divorce.
son of a bitch.
I forgot my wallet, missed the bus... fuck... tried to call the bunny... he's at work. Got text messages... Are you okay cheetah? I'll be thinking of you. Hope you're okay... no... I dunno. What the hell...
I got there eventually, via what seemed to be the slowest transit system ever. I couldn't get anywhere fast enough. Rush hour. Fuck. But I got there. Both of my siblings were there. Otto was there. We were getting ready to eat. My mum called my cell phone. I missed it. I called her back. She continued to talk about what happened... I didn't want to listen anymore. I didn't know what to say. I love my mum. But I love my dad too.
What the heck were you guys arguing about?
Oh, he was jealous... because he's always been jealous. He thinks I'm cheating on him..
Why... he shouldn't have any reason. Jealous? You're both fucking fertile. Whatever.
More ramblng about how much he abused her over the years... I kinda phase most of it out.
Shit
If I was forced into the situation, I could probably point out everything the bunny has done bad, and make myself hate him. Or Matt. Or Beksuki. Or Matthias. But that's not going to happen.
Well. None of them really hurt me anyway... much less pushed me, but still. Why do people have to do that... make themselves hate the person that they loved for a really long time. It doesn't make any sense.
So she's almost done with work, she'll be here in a while. K.
I went outside. Thought about things. Why Dad? Why couldn't you just leave? Better yet, why couldn't you call the cops first so that this sort of thing would have been avoided? God damn. Why did you have to push her. I started a fire in the pit. It's relaxing... for some reason. I like fire.
My mum came home. She seemed okay. She was smiling. She gave me a hug. And the other two kids. Bleh. I love you mum, how was work? Okay, but I'm sore today, my back hurts. Ahh... Love you mom. I love you too, David.
That's when my dad decided to call me. I think my brother picked up his phone for him. I left him a message when I called him a few hours ago. He was crying. My dad. 6'4"kind of heavy Mexican man. Crying.
I was pissed, she was pissed, I pushed her ... and I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have.
Dad, I don't like to see this happen.
Neither do I... we'll work something out... or we won't... I don't know...
He was crying. I wanted to too... I didn't. He's staying with my older brother until he goes to court on Monday.
Maybe we can get together this weekend... we'll try. I'll give you a call. I don't know what's going on...
Alright. I love you David. I love you too Dad.
They both still love me. They both still love my siblings. Why isn't that enough to hold them together. Shouldn't that be enough to hold them together? Isn't that why two people come together? Supposedly? Haven't we all been together for at least 25 years?
What the fuck. FUCK.
No physical violence. I really hate that my dad did that. He should know better. But I have to wonder what really happened... But at the same time I don't... I just wish that these things could just be forgiven. My mom is now paranoid. She shouldn't be. Last night must have been very confusing. I would hate to be pushed to the ground like that... I could understand that she called the police... but at the same time, nobody likes to be arrested. I guess he tried to run ... and tried to take Matthew. My mum would have also charged him with kidnapping probably.
Something I find weird... why can the woman leave with the kids when she decides to leave, and not get charged with kidnapping, whereas the father would get charged for that offense... I don't get it. Sexist society I guess. I don't know. Whatever.
I don't know what's going to happen. He should have known better. She should ... I don't know. Should I really expect her to forgive him? Does he deserve forgiveness? I don't know. I wasn't there. They probably have two different stories.
Whatever. I've never experienced this. I thought I never would... I never wanted to. I was proud to tell everyone that my parents have been together for 25 years. I thought at that point, the marriage was invincible. I thought my parents were one of the select few couples that would uphold "til death do us part"
But I guess not.
Divorce.
God damn.
What am I supposed to do? What's going to happen? Why is this happening? I just don't know.
Fuck.
Emocheetah out.
~Eagle~
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December 15th to be exact, they got married. They stayed together for 25 years, I believe the 25th anniversary is the silver... or whatever.
Doesn't matter anyway.
My cousin Otto called me, and told me to call me mum. He told me that Sarah (my demon sister) said to say "hi".... holy shit, she actually gave me some degree of notice? And she's at my grandma's? What the shit is going down? Why couldn't my mum call me herself? Whatever, I called her, I expected some sort of surprise, but nothing like this.
They want to get a divorce.
divorce
25 years
divorce
living really good lives
divorce
WHAT THE SHIT.
I really didn't know what to say. In their 25 years, I don't remember one time when they were so pissed off at each other, that it would come even close to this. I really don't trust what my mum says at this point... she's at the point in her decision where she's trying to point at every bad thing that my dad has done... but still. This situation is pretty bad. Apparently, he pushed her down, and she got hurt. He then tried to get my littler brother while my mum called the police. My mom alleged that my dad was trying to flee to Mexico. I call bullshit. Didn't work... they got him, and they took him to prison.
My mum sent my dad to prison
divorce...
What the living fuck.
He got bailed out... by someone, I don't know who. my mum filed a restraining order, he can't come within 100 yards of the house, the kids, my mum, or even the place he works (because it was with my mum) ... My mum went to work today, she did the whole route. She called me. She didn't sound sad, she sounded pissed off. She said she had no remorse, and she was in a happy mood it seemed.
What. The. Living. Breathing. Anal. Fuck. Shit.
Whose fault is this. Where is my dad? Who's he with? As soon as my mum hung up, I tried to call my dad. Apparently, I would learn later, the police did not let him take his phone. I imagine it was still laying on the headboard on their bed, ringing, buzzing, with no one to answer. I was at the bunny's apartment. His room mate came home. I was sniffling....
No, everything's not okay. I have to go. Get home. Yeah, my grandma's. My parents...
divorce.
son of a bitch.
I forgot my wallet, missed the bus... fuck... tried to call the bunny... he's at work. Got text messages... Are you okay cheetah? I'll be thinking of you. Hope you're okay... no... I dunno. What the hell...
I got there eventually, via what seemed to be the slowest transit system ever. I couldn't get anywhere fast enough. Rush hour. Fuck. But I got there. Both of my siblings were there. Otto was there. We were getting ready to eat. My mum called my cell phone. I missed it. I called her back. She continued to talk about what happened... I didn't want to listen anymore. I didn't know what to say. I love my mum. But I love my dad too.
What the heck were you guys arguing about?
Oh, he was jealous... because he's always been jealous. He thinks I'm cheating on him..
Why... he shouldn't have any reason. Jealous? You're both fucking fertile. Whatever.
More ramblng about how much he abused her over the years... I kinda phase most of it out.
Shit
If I was forced into the situation, I could probably point out everything the bunny has done bad, and make myself hate him. Or Matt. Or Beksuki. Or Matthias. But that's not going to happen.
Well. None of them really hurt me anyway... much less pushed me, but still. Why do people have to do that... make themselves hate the person that they loved for a really long time. It doesn't make any sense.
So she's almost done with work, she'll be here in a while. K.
I went outside. Thought about things. Why Dad? Why couldn't you just leave? Better yet, why couldn't you call the cops first so that this sort of thing would have been avoided? God damn. Why did you have to push her. I started a fire in the pit. It's relaxing... for some reason. I like fire.
My mum came home. She seemed okay. She was smiling. She gave me a hug. And the other two kids. Bleh. I love you mum, how was work? Okay, but I'm sore today, my back hurts. Ahh... Love you mom. I love you too, David.
That's when my dad decided to call me. I think my brother picked up his phone for him. I left him a message when I called him a few hours ago. He was crying. My dad. 6'4"kind of heavy Mexican man. Crying.
I was pissed, she was pissed, I pushed her ... and I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have.
Dad, I don't like to see this happen.
Neither do I... we'll work something out... or we won't... I don't know...
He was crying. I wanted to too... I didn't. He's staying with my older brother until he goes to court on Monday.
Maybe we can get together this weekend... we'll try. I'll give you a call. I don't know what's going on...
Alright. I love you David. I love you too Dad.
They both still love me. They both still love my siblings. Why isn't that enough to hold them together. Shouldn't that be enough to hold them together? Isn't that why two people come together? Supposedly? Haven't we all been together for at least 25 years?
What the fuck. FUCK.
No physical violence. I really hate that my dad did that. He should know better. But I have to wonder what really happened... But at the same time I don't... I just wish that these things could just be forgiven. My mom is now paranoid. She shouldn't be. Last night must have been very confusing. I would hate to be pushed to the ground like that... I could understand that she called the police... but at the same time, nobody likes to be arrested. I guess he tried to run ... and tried to take Matthew. My mum would have also charged him with kidnapping probably.
Something I find weird... why can the woman leave with the kids when she decides to leave, and not get charged with kidnapping, whereas the father would get charged for that offense... I don't get it. Sexist society I guess. I don't know. Whatever.
I don't know what's going to happen. He should have known better. She should ... I don't know. Should I really expect her to forgive him? Does he deserve forgiveness? I don't know. I wasn't there. They probably have two different stories.
Whatever. I've never experienced this. I thought I never would... I never wanted to. I was proud to tell everyone that my parents have been together for 25 years. I thought at that point, the marriage was invincible. I thought my parents were one of the select few couples that would uphold "til death do us part"
But I guess not.
Divorce.
God damn.
What am I supposed to do? What's going to happen? Why is this happening? I just don't know.
Fuck.
Emocheetah out.
~Eagle~
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