So, let's go through the next 10 or so years, shall we? We're ripping off the bandaid really early for this general summary of my life.
Mom found a guy she wanted to stay with in Texas sometime that year. Before that however the state of Arkansas is like, half-south? So no one in my school could pronounce my name right. They kept saying it like Dominique, but it's pronounced Dominick. So, in a lunch line some kids knew I didn't like my name being said wrong, some guy thought it'd be funny to pick on the kid with the different name. So I called him fat and was done with it. Next thing I know I'm in the principals office for calling a kid fat. If I was older I would've been "Do you see how large he is? He was probably eating twinkies when taken out of the womb." To my 7 year old self that dude was a human bowling ball.
Anyway, Mom dragged me and Sis to the guy in Texas and filed for divorce from my Father. Or maybe she did it before hand? The point is she was dealing with divorce things during our time in Texas. And oh boy, let me tell you how well that went. It didn't. Dude had some problems. Didn't help that I drew on walls.
There were some days I cried into my pillow, begging to have Alex just magically appear. I just wanted all the conflicting pain in my heart to stop. I didn't understand why people got angry at the silly stupid shit I did, or why Mom and Dad hated each other. I also didn't know how to help my sister get through all of this. I was barely making it through the days, not even remembering what happened the day before. I was supposed to also help my little sister get through this too!? I just kept giving her fake smiles, being a happy, kind big brother who barely knew right from wrong.
I remember very clearly using something of my Mom's, it was some wort of jewelery ball thing, and istuckitninto the holes of one of my toys... and I couldn't get it out. Oops. There's that and I hated my sister's Barbies, so I ripped one of their heads off thinking they can reattach. I learned really quickly that wasn't the case. Got beat for both of those.
Then there's the custody issue. Dad's second wife convinced him to take the kids from Mom. Well Mom was struggling to make ends meet and we (Me and Sis) weren't doing so hot, so Dad got custody of us. We met in Kentucky for the drop and I can't remember if I cried, but I did feel like a part of me was gone. I was just dead on the inside. Any hopes and dreams I had were all barriers at that point. These barriers are what kept my family from thinking I was dead inside. I got diagnosed with ADHD and aspergers two years later. Guess I played the role of rambunctious kid too well.
In school I was quiet, shy, looking for something, anything to take away the pain in my heart. I was desperate. What I found tore apart a friendship I thought we both cherished.
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