When I was 11 and my sister was 2, my father left us. He found another woman who looked better than our mother. When he left, my father left us an apartment with a mortgage as a bonus. That’s when the world turned upside down. Earlier, when my father and mother were still married, I was full of enthusiasm. I studied at the best school in our city, a gymnasium with a biological focus. I went to dances, and I still have my medals. But with the divorce, everything changed. My mom had to get several jobs at the same time.
She cleaned apartments, worked as a shop assistant, and handed out flyers in her spare time. I had to change my gymnasium for a regular school, which was closer to home. There, I was already getting straight A’s for no reason. I forgot about dancing: there was simply no time for it, because I had to take my sister to and from the garden. Everything was different, not like before. Soon I graduated from high school, entered college, and worked at the same time. In general, the conclusion was that I had lost my childhood.
It was taken away from me – by my father, who left us, and my mother, who took me to work with her – to clean other people’s apartments. We recently closed the Internet library. Now I’m 23 and saving for my own apartment. Life has become much easier. I want to tell you one more piece of news: with the repayment of the mortgage, my father reappeared in our family. It didn’t work out with that woman, and he decided to return to my mother. My mother is walking happily now. I sincerely do not understand what he wants. He didn’t pay us alimony, and he put the mortgage on my mother. When all these problems were solved by my mother and me, did he decide to come back? Who said anyone was happy to see him? Yes, my mother is happy… And I hate her with all my heart!
