I was allowed to choose which parent I wanted to live with. Two years later, I regretted my decision.
I always thought my father loved me more than my mother. He spoiled me, while she scolded me; he was the peacemaker, and Mum was always the first to argue. So when I found out about their divorce, part of me felt relieved. At thirteen, I didnt want to stay with Mum, and besides, I believed Dad, as the breadwinner, could take better care of me. They asked for my opinionMum hoped Id pick her, but she wasnt the least bit surprised when I chose Dad.
A year after we moved out, Dad found a new girlfriend. She was around the same age as Mum, and he was smitten. She treated me well enough, but without the warmth or love my mother had shown. When she and Dad had a daughter together, it was like they forgot about me. Sometimes, the three of them went on trips without me, or theyd have fancy dinners when I wasnt around. My old bedroom now had a cot in it, and I couldnt sleep properly anymorethe baby cried at night, my stepmum came in to feed her, and the light kept flicking on
Dad didnt care how it affected my mood or my schoolwork. He didnt even mind when I stayed out late with friends. Eventually, I realised this couldnt go on. I wanted to go to university, I had plans, and if I kept losing sleep, Id never manage it. So, swallowing my pride, I called Mum.
Can I come over? I asked, trying not to sound hopeful. I rarely called, let alone visited.
Of course, love. Stay as long as you like. Your sisters giving you trouble, isnt she?
I felt sorry for Mum. Dad had his new family and his new life, while she was still completely alone.
I asked Dad if I could stay with Mum for a while, and he agreed straight away. He promised to send money, but he never called. In a way, it was easier for everyone. Maybe because Im older now, but Mum and I get on like friends. She looks after me, supports me, while Dad and I just talk on the phone sometimes. He thinks Im grown up, but Mum still treats me like a kid sometimesmaking me dinner after work.
If I could turn back time, Id probably choose to stay with her. But then again, I mightve regretted that just as much, wondering if the grass was greener on the other side.
