I remember
the day that my mom left my dad he had been drinking a lot that weekend. Then
that evening dad started with the verbal abuse, then things started to get
heated, and all I remember to this day was that mom got a knife from somewhere.
She was fighting back for the first time that was the last fight, the last time
my Dad hit my Mom. Mom had reached her breaking point and people say that
everybody has one. Mom and us children left that same night with only the clothes
on our back. However, my Dad could not believe that mom had actually left him.
I know this shocked him. Dad did not think that mom had anywhere to go.
Mom had finally gotten enough strength to walk
away from a relationship that had gotten worse down through the years. Mom and
all of us went to stay with her aunt and uncle that she had lived with before
she met my dad. This was the aunt she could not wait to get away from. The
grass sometimes looks greener on the other side but that is not always the case.
Mom now was finally in control of her life. Even though she did not know how
she could provide for four growing children. The next day mom’s aunt talked to
the storeowner about the apartment, he had across the street.
The storeowner decided to let my mother and us
have the apartment. It was a tiny three-room apartment on third floor on 6th Street .
It was directly across the street from our aunt and uncle. The next day, Mom
had to go and apply for Public Assistance. She did not have a job or any money.
She had never worked before and never had to worry about paying bills. Now mom
had all the responsibility of providing for us. My dad would not give mom any
money to help support us. He turned very bitter against her after she left him.
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