Cut shitty friends off without apology 2016

When I was 8, I saw my mother cry hysterically and my father yell ferociously. I sat on my bedroom floor with my back pressed against my door with my head in my hands. The doors slammed on hard the windows shook. The chaos behind my bedroom door was louder than the rapid beating of my breaking heart. I don’t really know where their love went, it just diminished like it never existed. The next day, my father stood at the porch door with a suitcase in his hands and he asked me to choose sides. When I chose my mother, he stopped calling, he stopped visiting, he stopped being my father. That was the day I learned that words dig deeper than knives and that they can leave the biggest scars. In the end, I learned that the people you love, don’t alway stay.