When my parents separated, I was 5. My mother rented a beautiful 3 bedroom house. She was thin, and she had a great job. She was happy and she took care of us. We had beautiful clothes, toys, and we were comfortable. She was doing it-being an independent woman (who made her own money) and a great mom. She cooked and cleaned too. I went to kindergarten and I had a ton of friends. I remember Halloween and walking around our cute neighborhood. We finally had peace. There was no more fighting, no more hiding out waiting for the battle to be over. It was wonderful. I had a normal, mentally stable mom. I wish it lasted. It came crashing down, when my mother lost her mother, she was a mess.
I don’t know why, but my father came over to comfort her. He consoled her, and they decided to give their marriage another try. I guess they forgot about all of the vicious fights they had. Or, maybe they actually forgave one another? I don’t know. But after they got back together, my mother was never the same.
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