Days after the event occurred started to become weeks, my dad moved out and my worries were revolving around the thought that we would have to sell the house. I had so many precious memories there that I didn’t want to leave behind. I spent almost all of my time in that house. Finally, the words that I was dreading came out of my mom’s mouth, “We are going to have to sell the house.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My heart shattered into millions of pieces. A burning sensation of pain flew through my body, a pain that was caused by sadness. A pain that I had never felt before.
As the days went by, my mother hired people to take pictures of the house to put up online. I tried to spend as much of my time distracted. Finally, after months of people checking out the house we had a buyer. With my friends, we tried to come up with plans and ideas to make the people not move in. I didn’t help my mom pack, I never packed a single item. When the moving day came I stood in my empty living room alone and started to cry once again. I said my good-byes and exited the house.
When I was moved into my new house that we had just bought, I hated it. Every second I had to talk to my mother I would say how much it disgusted me, just because it wasn’t as charming nor as spacious as my previous house. I would call the new house, “A shack.” and use hurtful words towards my mother. She grew very upset, even more upset than she was before for feeling bad for my father for leaving him.
Now, when I look back I have regret. I’ve come to realize that my new house is perfectly fine, it’s a decent size and my mom has put a lot of work into it to make it nice. I've also learned to forgive my mother by understanding why she left my father and understanding her side of the story. I never realized how lucky I was to even have a house and parents who loved me. I have forgiven my mother for divorcing my father, and changing life for me. Life has seemed to collect itself and all is well.