I stood by my door listening to them scream at each other. Glaring at them while they fought. Felt that oh so familiar revulsion and pain. Would they ever stop? Some nights I cried myself to sleep, just to drown out the infinite thoughts of just how much she was aching inside. If I ever despised anyone in my life, I'd have to say it was my father. He ruined my mother's life. From the …showed first 75 words of 1762 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1762 total…ever wanted. I love my mother with everything I have, and I know she truly loved my father. Every so often when he's drunk, he calls my mom begging for her forgiveness, telling her that he's changed and he wants her back. I guess he'll never learn. Now we don't talk about the past. But if I ever do bring it up, I know I can tell her that everything is all right, without lying.