Hi everyone. This is Jenna's story. She is 14 years old. She live with her father and her younger brother Justin, he is 10. And she has terrible story about her mother. "Couple of years ago my parents divorced. Usually children stay with their mother after a divorce, but my case was different. Our mother didn’t love us, she was too selfish. Father once went on a business trip while we were left home with the mother. Frankly, those were the worst 2 weeks in our lives. She was hanging around somewhere, she was never at night, she wasn’t even feeding us properly. Father came day earlier than she expected him to be and he was shocked. I mean, he knew that something was wrong with her, but not to such a degree.
Couple of days ago she has done something that still makes my classmates laugh at me. It’s been several years since me and my brother started to visit the drama school. We perform once every 2 months. And last week was our last performance. Father was sitting in the first line as he always did. He didn’t miss any of our performances. While my mother, even when parents haven’t been divorced yet, she visited our plays just a couple of times. I realized back then that she just didn’t need us, but my brother was missing mother’s attention and love. She missed her.
Anyway, we performed nicely. In the end, all the parents were congratulating their children near the scene. That was pathetic. Failed mother accidentally remembered that she has a son and decided to give him an ice cream in December. I thought then that I must take my brother away from her so nobody would think she’s our mother. But it was too late. She started hugging him and yelling that she was missing him all this time. Then she saw me and said that I grew up. Sure, because she didn’t see me for a year.
It was getting more and more terrible. She approached our class teacher and starting yelling at her. Then she saw our history teacher, he was a very strict man (long ago I would try to pass his test 3 times in a row, but now it is okay, I’m good in history). She started a scandal. Happily, he didn’t realize who she was, he turned back and just went out of the room.
Other parents that were present at the performance told her to stop and asked to leave the room. I just stayed there not knowing what to do. I wanted to escape this room and hide somewhere, so I would never see this woman again.
And I couldn’t find my father. Why it was happening to me? Did he just run away to avoid being ashamed? But then I saw him coming in the room with school guards (he later told me that he immediately decided to call them when he saw her).
Next day I didn’t want to go to school, because I knew, everybody would be talking about what happened yesterday. I wasn’t wrong. Everything they were talking about was my mother coming drunk to school. I wanted to vanish into thin air. Is was very unpleasant to realize that your mother ruined the school event. For some reason I was blaming myself. Later I realized that it was not my fault. But I still felt very bad.
All the next days in school were terrible. And I was feeling embarrassed all the time. Especially, I didn’t want to see my schoolteacher and history teacher - they saw it firsthand.
After another bad day I asked my father to move to some other school. He was against it, because we were studying in a prestige school where it was hard to get in. This would be foolish to quit school because of a such nonsense.
10-year kid couldn’t know in advance that she’d come like this. I wasn’t blaming him. If I was at his age, I would miss mother as well. I decided to never pay attention to my classmates jokes again. Anyway, we do not live with her, and in fact this woman has nothing to do with us".
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