fhernanff-50337909 @fhernanff-50337909
The first time I remember feeling like I was in trouble was when I was 12 years old. My parents had just gotten divorced and I was stuck living between my mom's place and my dad's place. This meant I would have to switch schools mid-year, which was pretty awkward for a young girl trying to make friends. One day, during my first week at the new school, I forgot my lunch money at home and I had to go without eating all day. The teacher noticed that I wasn't paying attention in class because I was too hungry to focus. She asked me what was wrong, but I didn't want to tell her so I just shrugged it off.
Things only got worse from there. My parents' divorce made them both really stressed out and we would fight a lot more often. It seemed like they were always arguing about something. As the fights escalated, my mom started drinking more often too. She used to make dinner for us sometimes, but after she had been drinking all day it was usually just takeout or fast food. I didn't understand why our home life had changed so much.
I tried talking to someone about how I felt at school, but nobody seemed to listen very well. They would tell me that my parents loved me no matter what and that we should be grateful for having two houses instead of just one like some other kids in the neighborhood. It made sense, but it didn't make me feel any better. Sometimes I wish there was a magic
