It was my turn up to bat, I had to make sure I hit this one deep because if I didn't then the game would've been over and my friends and I would've lost to the cocky 5th graders. I saw the ball coming, fastball on the outside, my favorite. I swing with all my might, hit the baseball over to left field I make it all the way to third and by the time I landed on the bag recess was over. My team scored the last 2 runs and we all laughed and celebrated our victory against the 5th graders. Now it was time to go back inside and learn complex multiplication skills that would have made any other 4th grader want to rip all of their hair out. I mean c'mon, 9 times 6? Impossible. Now it was the afternoon, around the time either my mom or my dad would pick me up, mostly my mom though. I see her pull up in the parking lot and all I can think about is telling her about how excited I was winning that little baseball game that meant so much at the time. She looked at me through the window and smiled. I waved and said goodbye to my friends and I made sure to promise that I would play again tomorrow. I remember my mom being very quiet and just letting me tell this outstanding story about how I beat those stupid 5th graders, and how I almost got a home run. She looked at me and said "that's great mijo (son in Spanish)". I knew something was wrong but I never seemed to care anything about it, after all, I was the all star and had a plate of mac and cheese waiting for me at home. I turned on the TV, it was 5:00 and pokemon was about to start playing. That's when I heard my father yell "Gabrian, come over here, your mother and I need to talk to you." I sat down and wondered what the deal was. My parents stared at each other for awhile and soon enough my mother let out a quiet and tired voice "Mijo, I'm gonna be going away for awhile." This didn't bother me, my mom was always gone, not as much as my dad though, but still I knew that wherever she was going she was going to bring me back a T-shirt or something else cool. "How long are you going to be gone?" I asked. "For awhile." she said. "Will you just shut your fucking mouth and tell him already?" my father asked with a demanding tone. I was shocked, why was dad talking to mom like that? My father let out a curse under his breath and said "Your mother and I are getting a divorce". My blood ran cold. I started to feel the pressure coming to my eyes and soon tears started to blur my vision leaving only a silhouette of my parents. Soon enough my mother and father started yelling at each other and my father was picking things up and throwing them. Then there was me, locking myself in the bathroom crying as I kept hearing my mother crying and my father saying all sorts of mean things to her calling her a bitch and all sorts of other curses. Things weren't the same when my mother left. People started to ignore me at school. Everyone knew now that my mother left for her girlfriend and moved away. "Your mom is a faggot." "Your mom is going to burn in hell with you for liking girls and not boys." These where always the things kids would say to me that would often get me into fights. Even if I didn't understand why my mother liked girls instead of guys, I knew that she wasn't going to burn in hell and she wasn't all of those names. My counselor pulled me out of class one day and sat me down in a comfortable chair and started asking me all of these questions. "Is everything going OK at home?" "yes." "Is there anything you want to talk about?" "no." "Just know we are always here for you Gabriel". That's not my name. My father signed me up to see a therapist, he thought that maybe I could let out all of my frustration and finally come to peace about what happened. My therapist was a nice man. I always liked talking to him, he made me feel like I wasn't alone. He started asking me questions like the counselors at school did, but this time they seemed to let out a lot of things I was thinking at the time. "If I wasn't alive none of this would have never happened. It's all my fault that mom and dad are mad at each other." I lock myself in my room and cry every night wishing I could see my mom and started wondering if she was really going to burn in hell like my father and those kids would tell me in school. I don't know what kind of 8 year old wants to die so badly and prays to God that he will come down and take my soul while I am sound asleep so I can escape all of things happening to me. 10 years pass now. I live in Vancouver now with my mother and two exceedingly fat dogs. I have a lot of friends and I do well in school (arguably). I have a job, I have my own car, and I have teachers who all consider me to be their friend and check up to see how I'm doing. One thing I've learned about love and loss is that you can't really have one without the other. When my mother left, I was completely devastated. But look at where I am now, I have an amazing life, there are so many things I've learned from losing someone close to me like even when things aren't going your way, time will eventually make everything better.
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Tay
11/23/2015 08:43:45 pm
Your'e such a strong person for what you've gone through. you deserve to be happy. you're an amazing person gabe, never forget that.
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Koba
11/23/2015 08:49:37 pm
Thank you, aside from my horrible singing skills I guess I am pretty amazing :) hahaha
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Jatos
11/24/2015 07:36:18 am
Proud of you for writing this. You're a good one, Gabrian.
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The Real Donald Trump
11/24/2015 07:46:27 am
As much as I choose to wish that I can't sympathize with you, I can't. I know the feeling of having your family ripped apart. I know the feeling of being alone and feeling like no one is there to help you and support you. I was in your shoes at one point of my life. It has not been easy for me. It has not been easy for me. I started off in Brooklyn. My father gave me a small loan of a million dollars. I came into Manhattan, and I had to pay him back, and I had to pay him back with interest. But I came into Mahatten and I started buying properties, and I did great. Just be happy with where you are in your life. Who knows, maybe one day you'll be like me. I mean you'll never have my fantastic hair but still.
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Koba
11/24/2015 07:56:52 am
For anyone reading this comment: please do not be offended by the comment posted by the real Donald trump, I talked to her and she is a friend of mine and I gave her permission to post this type of comedic comment on my blog, the comment is a joke and shouldn't be taken seriously. Btw your blog is awesome hahahaha
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Maddy h
11/24/2015 07:50:42 am
Very touching
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Tyler
11/24/2015 09:49:11 am
Awe gaberium. Iam sorry about those kids talking about your mom. Angela is awesome and you need to schedule your dol skills test so you can be with the cool kids. With the cool kiiids. And jatos was watching me type this. "isn't that a good one?" "Gabes?" "Yeah, YOUR MOM IS A ******"
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Koba
11/24/2015 10:04:15 am
I know I'm going to be able to drive soon. I learned how to drive my car now. Stick shift sucks hahaha
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Adam
11/24/2015 10:45:56 am
Damn, gabe. This is a really good piece and I love it's heart felt, legitimate tone
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Will Mcgrittles
11/24/2015 10:46:48 am
Dam dude
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Mo
11/24/2015 01:26:15 pm
Divorces are really hard. You're strong for seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Great job. Stay up
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Eduardo
11/24/2015 01:42:12 pm
That seems rough but I'm happy your better
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Wollf
11/27/2015 12:37:15 am
I have a lot of love for you Gabe, I'm happy that you're the young man you are now. I am really happy to be in your life, you make me laugh and you always cheer me up and for that I am truly thankful. I hope someday I'll be able to return the favor of being there when you need a friend. Anyways I love you Gabe, I hope you continue writing these amazing pieces! You did a fantastic job!!
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The Makalla
11/30/2015 04:15:21 pm
Best blog I've read!!!
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