Bitter love, that's all it will ever be it seems.
I was only just getting over the painful memories of the last time he left.
The last sight I had of his face was full of so much pain it sends pain shooting through my chest to remember it… yet this time it seems so much worse.
Shortly before the end of February you came home to hear you were leaving the next day, getting kicked out. Being sent back to where you came from, to join the military. Your own mother had betrayed both of us. She told my parents the worst possible thing you could tell them.
That we had slept together.
She may have been ok with learning that but she did not seem to realize the amount of damage those few words could do to a pair of parents as over the top as them. They HATE ME now and I feel as if I have been disowned. I have literally been left with nothing, he has nothing now either. He is even more bitter than I am...
He has been sent away, for a long time. Away from me.
I remember that horrible night he was so upset on the phone he was hyperventilating. I feared that someone had been hurt, I was not expecting what I was going to hear next.
"I'm leaving, for the UK tomorrow night. My mum has kicked me out."
I was in so much shock I couldn't take it in… he told me he was coming over to say goodbye. It wasn't until he hung up that I began to take it all in and the tears began to flow. Little did I know the worst was yet to come…