Hey! I wanna thank the three people who reviewed my story. leo's little
sista and baby le, thanks so much. You have no idea how much good comments
mean to me! Raina Elizibeth (cute name. Raina), I was gonna apologize for
making Sydney so witchy. she has a point. And by the way, they did NOT
divorce. Just read on. Thanks.
jean-grey18 -----
I'm panicking now. I'm really freaking out. As in. I'm hyperventilating. I need to cry into a pillow.
During the counseling, my parents announced that they were going to get a final divorce after this next mission they're working on.
All I could say was, "Oh."
Do you have any idea what this means? This means a whole new life for the three of us; Drastic changes are gonna made; I'm gonna have to choose between the two of them.
Daddy's moving to New York in 5 months. That's like, half a world away from LA.
This can't be happening right now.
I can't breathe.
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Of course, that's not what it seems on the outside.
I'm quietly sitting in my dad's car, looking out the window, with my dad driving and my mom in the front.
"I think we should have another appointment with Dr. Barnett," my mom announces.
I scowl, and I notice that my dad does, too.
"Syd, I think we've talked too much with that therapist. That's enough," Daddy points out.
"You and I talked. Rina was quiet the whole time," my mother says, with a disappointed look on her face.
"I didn't have anything to talk about," I defend myself quietly. I'm still looking out the window, staring into space.
"Marina, the whole point of the counseling was so that you could talk about what's bothering you so the doctor could help you. We wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for you, honey," my mom says with a concerned look on her face.
"If it's any consolation, Mom, I think she's helped enough," I reply.
That ends our conversation.
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I feel so betrayed, so alone, so. cheated on.
I'm so disappointed in my mom and my dad. What are they doing to me??
Dad dropped us off at the house. He had do go back to the office to finish off some paperwork. He would then go home to his own house - a one-bed apartment four blocks away.
The rest of the car ride was so quiet, so awkward.
Mom believes that I'm handling this situation in a mature manner. She expects that I do.
Daddy's really worried about my reaction to all this. He's always like that.
But they both know there's something still bothering me. Duh. I just found out that I'm gonna have to choose between one of them.
When I got down the car, my mom and dad had a conversation inside for a few minutes, probably to talk about me.
I don't really care now.
jean-grey18 -----
I'm panicking now. I'm really freaking out. As in. I'm hyperventilating. I need to cry into a pillow.
During the counseling, my parents announced that they were going to get a final divorce after this next mission they're working on.
All I could say was, "Oh."
Do you have any idea what this means? This means a whole new life for the three of us; Drastic changes are gonna made; I'm gonna have to choose between the two of them.
Daddy's moving to New York in 5 months. That's like, half a world away from LA.
This can't be happening right now.
I can't breathe.
-----
Of course, that's not what it seems on the outside.
I'm quietly sitting in my dad's car, looking out the window, with my dad driving and my mom in the front.
"I think we should have another appointment with Dr. Barnett," my mom announces.
I scowl, and I notice that my dad does, too.
"Syd, I think we've talked too much with that therapist. That's enough," Daddy points out.
"You and I talked. Rina was quiet the whole time," my mother says, with a disappointed look on her face.
"I didn't have anything to talk about," I defend myself quietly. I'm still looking out the window, staring into space.
"Marina, the whole point of the counseling was so that you could talk about what's bothering you so the doctor could help you. We wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for you, honey," my mom says with a concerned look on her face.
"If it's any consolation, Mom, I think she's helped enough," I reply.
That ends our conversation.
-----
I feel so betrayed, so alone, so. cheated on.
I'm so disappointed in my mom and my dad. What are they doing to me??
Dad dropped us off at the house. He had do go back to the office to finish off some paperwork. He would then go home to his own house - a one-bed apartment four blocks away.
The rest of the car ride was so quiet, so awkward.
Mom believes that I'm handling this situation in a mature manner. She expects that I do.
Daddy's really worried about my reaction to all this. He's always like that.
But they both know there's something still bothering me. Duh. I just found out that I'm gonna have to choose between one of them.
When I got down the car, my mom and dad had a conversation inside for a few minutes, probably to talk about me.
I don't really care now.