I was six years old and this is my second ever memory, and the last memory I have of living with my father. Me, my mother and father were sat around a small kitchen table. I remember feeling excited because I was the centre of their attention. Then came the question: ‘who do you want to live with, me or your dad’. They explained to me that they were going to be living separately and it was up to me who I lived with. I remember laughing and saying ‘mum’, then quickly changing it to ‘dad’ and finally saying ‘mum’.
I went to bed that night, thinking that I would say ‘dad’ tomorrow. But tomorrow never came, not in the way I wanted it to. He left that night. I was devastated, hysterical. My mothers attempt at comforting me was to tell me that he gave me a kiss good-bye.
Written by ‘Survivor-uncensored’