Today, June 29, is 1 year exactly since my mom and I packed up and left our home and my father, and moved into an apartment we had waiting. It was around 4 am that morning when I came down from my room to my parent's bedroom. My father had left for work and my mother was awake. The night before, my father had found out about my mother's secret cell phone. He spent the night pacing around the house in the dark. Before he left for work in the morning, I heard him mutter up the stairs to my room. "I love you Zak. I hope you have a great life..." Those words will forever haunt me. He didn't know we were leaving that morning though. He was just being dramatic. How ironic...
So, at 4 am, I stood in my parents bedroom, my mother sitting upright in bed. "You just say the word," she said to me, "and we'll go." We had planned the big move for the following week but we didn't think is wise or safe to stay another day. We starting grabbing clothing and pushed it into our SUV's and made the first of many runs to the apartment some 20 minutes away. We finally finished up at around 10 am. Mom stayed behind in the new apartment as I made one last run to the house. After taking what I came for, I took one last look around and the trip back to the apartment was an emotional one. Walking in the door to the apartment, I was met by my mother. I grabbed her and sobbed. My whole life changed that day.
I know some of this sounds very dramatic but my father is truly a disturbed individual. He talked of suicide before we left. After we left, our cars were vadalized, no doubt by him, and the whole reason we left was his uncontrolable lying and the theft of literally millions of dollars in inheritance and investments given to my mother and I by her late Aunt Mildred. To this very day, we are subjected to indirect harassment and abuse by him. I haven't talked to him in 6 months...
I've grown stronger since that day but sitting here now, at 1:46 am, a year later, I can't help but feel nervous and scared, just like I did that morning. But I never regreted what we did. And I never will. I know nobody will care but I had to get this out. I feel somewhat better I guess...
So, at 4 am, I stood in my parents bedroom, my mother sitting upright in bed. "You just say the word," she said to me, "and we'll go." We had planned the big move for the following week but we didn't think is wise or safe to stay another day. We starting grabbing clothing and pushed it into our SUV's and made the first of many runs to the apartment some 20 minutes away. We finally finished up at around 10 am. Mom stayed behind in the new apartment as I made one last run to the house. After taking what I came for, I took one last look around and the trip back to the apartment was an emotional one. Walking in the door to the apartment, I was met by my mother. I grabbed her and sobbed. My whole life changed that day.
I know some of this sounds very dramatic but my father is truly a disturbed individual. He talked of suicide before we left. After we left, our cars were vadalized, no doubt by him, and the whole reason we left was his uncontrolable lying and the theft of literally millions of dollars in inheritance and investments given to my mother and I by her late Aunt Mildred. To this very day, we are subjected to indirect harassment and abuse by him. I haven't talked to him in 6 months...
I've grown stronger since that day but sitting here now, at 1:46 am, a year later, I can't help but feel nervous and scared, just like I did that morning. But I never regreted what we did. And I never will. I know nobody will care but I had to get this out. I feel somewhat better I guess...
ironically enough, my mom & i moved out from my dad too around this time 2 years ago. i finally have decided to make 'peace' or try to talk to him this week.....weird....im glad you typed it out, and hopefully it gave some little release.