Author's Note: I wanted this to be decent, but...it is not.

Day Two-Hundred Three: Another Girl by Anna Ayers

My brother told me not to worry about our parents. I had to remind him that I was Erin and I was my mother's daughter; it was just in my nature to worry.

Although Josh seemed to like to stay oblivious to everything that had been going on as of late, I preferred to know about everything going on in the house. I eavesdropped on occasion and heard our parents quietly arguing when they thought we couldn't hear. Little did they know when it was dark in my room and I was trying to fall asleep, their voices carried in like the hallway light that poured in the little crevice between the door and the doorway.

I kept thinking of another girl.

It was driving me insane, to think of my father possibly cheating on my mother. It didn't even make sense. He wasn't even the type to do that. If anyone were to cheat—not that I ever, in a million years, thought that either one of them would cheat on the other—I really thought it would've been my mother, not my father. She was just more outgoing and flirtatious. It didn't seem like something my dad would do (he was also a bit obtuse when it came to girls and their motives).

My mother kept insisting that they talk about it while my father kept saying that he had nothing left to say; he was sorry and he didn't mean it at all. I don't know if he slept with someone else or just kissed someone (but knowing my dad, he'd apologize for a million years for a little peck on the lips, which, in my opinion, wasn't a major indiscretion), but either way, my mom seemed pissed (but knowing my mom, she might've been pissed with a simple kiss).

"Toby, can we please just talk about this?" That was how all their conversations began.

"Spencer, we both need some space. Please. I've been thinking about it too much and I know you have, too. I don't want it to make you more upset."

"I'm not upset!" my mother insisted each and every time. Clearly, from the tone of her voice, she was.

I hated hearing these conversations because it reminded me of how much everything was changing. I wasn't a little baby anymore, but sometimes, I found myself wishing that I could just stay ignorant. But I just couldn't resist the temptation of finding out.

Winter came around and the days began to get shorter and darker. Being at home became a personal hell, so I started to stay at the library or go over friends' houses more often. I really thought my parents were going to get a divorce any day now. Whenever it looked like my dad was about to leave, it was never permanent; he might leave for a day or two, but he always came back. I felt like maybe he would be happier someplace else…with someone else…and not with us.

"I don't want to lose him, Hanna. I don't know what to do anymore," I heard my mother lament to Aunt Hanna. "I thought I could fix this, but maybe we're unfixable."

"Don't be ridiculous, Spencer. You both love each other; I'm sure of that. You wrote in your vows that you would be together forever," Hanna replied.

"That was when we were younger and in love," my mom insisted.

"So? Love doesn't just disappear. Where did it go?"

I didn't know where it went. I was pretty sure my mom still loved my dad and he still loved her, too, but I didn't know where their love went. Did it go to another girl? Was he telling another girl, now, that he'd love her forever?

"I can't do this anymore. I can't keep living like this. I love you, but I don't want to feel like I'm suffocating you anymore."

Now, it was out there. I listened for my father's response.

My mother was done. She was leaving it up to him and fate, now. I was just worried about what fate would add into this mix.

"I love you, but…"

"But you love someone else, too."

I wished I never eavesdropped on anything. I wished I hadn't gotten myself this emotionally tangled in their relationship. I mean, I know they're my parents and I obviously want them to be together, but I wished I hadn't begun taking a side in my head. I wished I hadn't started to paint this bad picture in my mind of my father, but how couldn't I? Not when I knew he was in love with someone else now.

Another girl.

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