Quote Originally Posted by ILoveMyAbbyGirl
... It also doubles as my mom’s offices, therefore it had two computers, enough to satisfy a bored teenager and a copy-cat preteen.
As we sat with our chins in our hands. trying to think of something to do, my mother called to us from the living room, at the other end of the hall, saying she wanted to talk to us about something important. My heart felt like it did a back flip and bounced off of my lungs. I gasped, and my brother and I exchanged glances. It was going to be D-Day all over again, we could tell.
"Well, your dad and I have been talking. A lot.” She paused.
... my best friend's parents getting divorced, I had been constantly asking my parents if they would
The day for my mother to move in (delete the word "in") came, and she asked me to stay home from school and help her move. I was torn. My mother was practically leaving my life, and she wanted me to
help her with it? I was a wreck. I didn’t end up deciding until the day before.
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My mom had never been, for lack of better words, a mother. She stayed at home all day. She was somewhat of a modern day hermit. If I think back to my first day of kindergarten, I remember her walking with me to school, me holding her hand and her walking me to my room. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy at that time, and in early October my brother
was born, and she stopped walking me to school. Everything sort of disapated dissipated from there.
Over the span of two or so years, the emotions dealing with my mom have varied. As of today, her she and I are still on harsh terms, due to her near constant lying to us kids. Although I try not to, I worry about her every single day of my life. I worry about her and John. I worry about her happiness and am always trying to make her happy. I hope to God that she takes her medication. We worry about her nonstop, but we never get the worry in return.
My edits are in bold - just a few typos and spelling/grammar things. Great paper!