Chapter II

 My mom is a classic narcissist. My dad is another one. Manipulation is the word of the marriage. Until it wasn’t. They divorced in 2020 and they finalized it in August 5th. They would make 25 years of marriage a month after in the 24th of September. I wonder why they got married? They were fitted for each other in many ways, that’s true… but it was too soon to have a marriage, too early to have a baby. My mom was 17th when she said “I do” and my dad was 4 years older. I was born months later when my mom was 18th. It wasn’t planned it showed my entire life. I’m not saying that there weren’t good moments, but the bad ones completely overshadowed those. It’s definitely not normal for a 10/11 year old think about suicide. After this ugly divorce, my mom abandoned me, never talked to me again and prohibited my grandparents to talk to me as well. My dad did many stupid things that hurted me a lot but was the only one who stayed. He lives his life and says that… if I die he will not mourn me for long. He has to move on. All it’s left it’s my grandma and my husband. My grandma loves my dad. I wish I had a mother like her. My husband… it’s a chapter for another day. I’m alone, I’m 30 years old and I’m all alone.