Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Incredible Intervals!

Have you ever had a time when something you did didn't end how you wanted? Ever wish you could go back in time and change it and get the results you wanted? I have and I'm going to tell you about that time.
I was maybe a year and a half old when my mom and real dad got a divorce. I was in the hospital still. I had needles in my throat and my head. My mom wouldn't take me out of my crib because she was afraid that I was going to get my needle pins pushes in farther than necessary. My dad picked me up, put me to sleep, and acted like he cared, but he didn't.
Once I was home, he never wanted to be bothered with me at all. He wouldn't play games with me, and he wouldn't even touch me. It's like I was a disease to him. So my mom saw how he was acting and realized that he didn't want to be bothered with me or her.
He used to beat her. And then one day he beat her while she was ironing and my mom got so fed up with him she decided to pick up the iron and burn him in his back. Then that was it. He tried to cut her arm with this huge, long, and sharp knife. But he couldn't because he realized that I was right there watching and he didn't want me to see, so he put the knife down and left out of the house and got in his truck and left.
I was crying so much my mom couldn't get me to stop. Then my mom divorced him. She put him on child support. I saw him every now and then, but when I made eight years old, he came to my birthday party. With a gun in his hand.
He tried to shoot me! He said I didn't need to be alive. I was just sitting there thinking, "What in the world are you thinking?!" My mom called the cops. They came and asked questions. Then they took him to jail.
Now I'm thirteen years old. I have a new dad. He takes care of me. He loves me. He actually takes time to play games, watch a movie, or just listen to me for a little while. But he cares and he's a real father. No real man would ever try to kill their child. My real dad is still in jail where he belongs. And I'm just living my life without him in it.

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