life goes on
life is hard, but it always keeps going. life goes on no matter what.
when i was in 8th grade my dad told me that he had to go over seas to Kuwait. and that killed me. he was my best friend, my hero, and i didn’t know what i was going to do without him. he was gone for a year and 3 months. that had to be one of the hardest times of my life. all we could do was call him on Sunday, and sometimes not even that. when he came home, it was the best day ever. my mom, brother, and i went to the airport to pick him up and when he got off the plane we all ran up and hugged him. and all of a sudden everyone in the airport started clapping. for him. because of what he did. he was my hero and i was so glad to have him home. then about 6 months later he sat down with my mom to talk to me and my brother. and he told us that he had to go back over seas, but this time to Iraq. and at the same time told us that him and my mom were getting a divorce. that was THE worst day of my life. i had no idea what to do. i have never cried so much in my life. he was in Iraq for a year. it was always hard not having him around. but it made me and my mom and brother so much closer. when he got home, i had no idea what was going to happen with my parents. well my dad moved out and he got an apartment not too far away. a few weeks before they told us about the divorce i found the papers and i also found emails between my dad and another woman. i hated my dad after that, and i still do to this day. he broke my moms heart. i have had to see her cry all the time because of what he did. in a few weeks i have to go to my dads retirement from the Army.. and i know that is a huge deal but that is not something i want to do. i don’t want to meet his girlfriend. i don’t want to see him. when i look at my dad now i don’t see my hero or my best friend. i see the mad who broke my mom heart. i honestly don’t see my dad in him anymore. he isn’t the person that use to play soccer in the back yard with me, or teach me things, or the person that use to inspire me. i see a man who killed my mom on the inside, and left his family. that is not my dad. and it kills me to see him like that. but even out of all of this, good things have happened. my brother became my best friend. we are so close. he is my hero, my inspiration and the person i look up to. and my mom and i have gotten 10 times closer than we would have. sometimes good things can come from bad things. you just have to look for the silver lining.
