As My Family Falls Apart

As my sessions was over. I looked at my phone at my dads text: “I’ll be there in 5 minutes! :D” and two from my friend Deren: “Good morning!” and “I hope you had an amazing session today.” I answer with a quick: “Okey! :D” and “Ye, it was nice.” After that, my dad picked me up, he was silent, and he is never this silent. He put on some of his old rock CDs, mostly just Queen or some old townie band. Its always funny how my dad can listen to the most amazing band of all times and then go to angry teenagers singing about there ex-girlfriends. “Hey, is something wrong?” I asked him with bad taste on my tongue, and he just shrugged and looked at me with the dad smile (I don’t know how else would I describe a soft bear smile dad usually give there kids) and just said: “Nah, don’t worry kiddo. Just mom is being weird again.” As he said that I got shivers down my spine. When she’s acting weird that basically means she’s a bitch to everyone who even looks at her direction. “OH BOY!” I shout: “Here we go again, what happened this time? Did I fail a test or something? Maybe, math?”. “No…” he answers and sighs: “I kinda asked her to get divorced.” “WHAAATTT?” I scream so loud that even the music sounded quieter. I’m not really suprised though, they weren’t at all a good couple and pretty much hated each other. “Wait. Wait. How did you get the courage to do that and please, tell me that im living with you!?” I continued to scream. My dad stopped the car. ” Listen dear, I don’t know myself, I see the way she treats you and sometimes me. It was time and yes, I filled to get custody of you but in the end you get the final choice.” After that, he just continued to talk about his lawyer and a new apartment he got from his twin brother. “We will have to move to a new town, sadly.” he continued: “I hope you don’t get mad at me or sad, we will still come back for your sessions and of course when you want to see your friends.” “Its fine dad. I get it. Plus, maybe I wanted a bit of a new scenery. Will I stay here in school?” I asked. He sadly said: “No.” Ouch, moving places was fine and all for me but leaving my school! I hardly got any friends in this one but not a completely new one, but I feel bad for my dad, he is a hard-working guy and he is so sweet. Plus, he made me love rock and metal music. I say its no big deal and he gives a smile. I lied to him, but it was for the best. My ride home took awhile, but the music helps me not overthink.

In front of my house, some of my dads stuff mixed with mine were laying on the ground and of course, my friend, Deren was standing there a bit confused. He waved at me. “Um so a daily clean-up or?” He said. “Nope, my parents are divorcing.” I say it in a very calm tone, that made it sound like I planned it out myself, and he looked at me with the dumbfounded look and just shouts: “Noo?? What?”. “Ye. Ye. Now this is my life, hah and im so happy!” I smiled and looked at him. My dad sighed and went inside our house or now my moms house. Deren just looked at me and with his eyes showing me: “Lets goo!”