In July of 2007, I ultimately made the toughest decision I’ve ever made in my entire life (at least so far). I was literally involved in a game of tug-of-war between my parents. The decision: to stay with my step-father or to leave with my mother.
I wanted to ask someone to help, anyone but there was no one. It was the decision I had to make myself and it was one that will affect my future. For days, I battled in my head the pros and cons of staying and leaving.
The pros, I came up with, were I no longer had to take care of someone other than myself and I can get away from my melodramatic alcoholic smoker of a step-father before he does something crazy that might make him regret.
The cons were obviously leaving (again) and both of their tempers.
I think I made the right decision for myself at the time and I would still make the same decision today because if I hadn’t left, I would have no medication, no insurance, and no doctors visit. My mother’s always been the one to take me to the doctors and not to exaggerate but without all that, I would had died a slow death.
After I left, I found out my step-father had fell to a new low with smoking and drinking and that’s when I realized that because of my selfish act, it didn’t just affect me but it ultimately affected him as well.