Wishing and Hoping

I remember it so clearly it was a rainy April day. I just got out of practice and drove home. I dreaded going home all my parents did was fight; I don't know what happened they once were so perfect. As I walked up to the front door I sighed, my mom was standing in the door way. She looked me straight in the eyes and with one breath simply said "it's over me and your father finally split up." That rainy day just turned in to the worse day of my life. I know one day that they split up but I didn’t expect it to be today or ever this year.

She said it so peacefully "We split up" as if it was nothing. Like she never even loved my father. I don’t see how there was no emotion. My parents were the perfect couple, I can't even describe the love they felt for one another. I was jealous I didn't have a relationship that strong.

My parents were both good looking despite being old. My dad was 6 feet tall with deep emerald green eyes and golden brown hair. As a kid if my sister or I were sad, he would makes silly faces at us to make us laugh. He was so nice, caring and had the biggest heart. Always being there for me and my sister. Making sure we had the best life and my mom had more than she ever needed. Then he started drinking which escalated to him drinking and driven. He was not my father after that.

My mom on the other was an angel with light blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She was always happy no matter what. I remember when I got an F on my Math test I though she be so mad. When I showed her my paper she sat me down and helped me study, got a B on my next test! When my dad started drinking she would try to get lost in books or old memories . She put up with him so much I remember coming up and finding her in bed crying with bruises. She still loved him until today. I just can’t believe she divorce him.

A week when by and life seemed to get back on track, then it changed. My sister and I came home late and found my mom passed out on the couch. My mom has never had a sip of beer in her life that I knew of. I use to dump out the bottles but the once time she caught me she hit me. I let her be after that she was drinking herself to death. Me and my sister where scared that our mom would die or that we’d go to a foster home.The days got so painful watching her beauty fade behind those wiskey bottles.