Chapter 1
I was six years old when dad left us. Apparently he had found someone else, someone better than mom.
I was a kid so I didn't understand much. Instead I blamed mom, I told her that she was the reason why dad left.
I remember hearing her cry every night while she thought I was asleep. The thin wall between my room and what used to be her dad's room couldn't contain the sounds of her constant sobbing.
The crying went on for months, every night, it became like a routine. I used to silently listen to her all the time, sometimes I even cried too because her sadness seemed to have contaminated me.
She hardly spoke to me, my parent's divorce turned my mom into a stranger. I hardly knew who she was anymore.
I thought this melancholy would never end, but soon after mom met Nick, a forty-two year old widower whose wife died in a car accident.
He was a tall sharply built man with wavy brown hair. I guess that's why mom fell head over heels for him. She had a thing for hair.
Nick was a mystery to me, the way he treated mom with so much love, made me feel like he was too good to be true, for me he was too kind, too nice, something about him felt odd
But what could I have said, I was only 6, and mom was happy.
A couple of months later they got married. Nick had mom completely wrapped around his fingers. I guess her loneliness turned her into a submissive.
She did everything he said. Even when he decided to quit his job and stay home, mom said nothing instead she was glad that he would be able to properly look after me.
I hardly spoke to him. He tried to bribe me with sweets and cupcakes, but he could never replace my dad. There was no way I would pretend to like him. He seemed to good to be through.
I wish the melancholy continued...
I wish mom never met him
Maybe then I would have been a better person.
