Me and mom
Mom and dad always argued. Argue, fight, argue. The doors slamming, shouting, screaming. Dad was never the type to hit a woman though. Mom gave him the occasional slap, but he never hit back.
Mom and dad split up when I was five, I lived with mom. Until of course I was 13, mom started to get depressed. She went out all of the time; left me on my own. That's when I went to live with dad, but he's in a band so now I'm back with mom. She hasn't changed, apart from the fact she doesn't drink anymore, supposedly.
Now you are probably thinking I could live on my own now, but mom wants to make amends with me. So here I am. I don't know what I'm going to do here.
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