for he phone and placed it next to my ear. It was my mom and she was in tears sobbing uncontrollably. It took her a while to finally tell me what was going on. The next ten minutes I cannot even remember; all I remember is what she was going to do; she was going to leave. Something had happened and she decided to go down to my Aunt Deby’s house three hours south of where I lived. Then came the kicker; she was not just going down there for the weekend. She was staying, and I was not going with her. I hung up the phone and mindlessly walked into a random bedroom. I sat down and put my head in my hands. What had just happned? What was going to happen? What did I do wrong?Even though I didn’t know it at the time that was the first time I realized that I was living my life for other people. I naturally assumed that I screwed up and that I was to blame. Needless to say I quickly realized that error and shoved the thought out of my mind. I still had to process what would happen. I was responsible for my own life from now on. I found out that I didn’t have a house to live in anymore, it being taken by my mom’s ex-husband in their divorce. With one phone call I was homeless and parentless. I was alone.Alyssa came into the room with wide eyes. I told her what had happened and she just sat motionless next to me. For the next hour we just sat. No talking, no noise. We just sat.This event molded me in a way I didn’t think was even possible. Over the course of the next year I would move from place to place finally settling down and moving in with Alyssa’s father. During that year my mom got married again and just had a baby girl in February. She has her new life, not I just had to ask where was mine? Last week I found it, and finally made my own decisions for my own life.I reflected on my life. I felt I needed to make some major changes and do what the hell I wanted to do. All through o...
