The story of why I moved from Toronto to OttawaPosted: February 24, 2009
I knew at that young age that not only did they not love each other, but they basically didn’t even like each other. We moved to Ontario from Quebec when I was 4. At that time my dad told my mom not to come, that he would take me and my sister (not his daughter) would stay with my mom and she refused but they never actually worked anything out so it just festered.
When I was in grade 7 they sold our house, I don’t know why. They decided to separate and I internally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn’t ever talk to each other or even sleep on the same floor. I’m pretty sure my dad was seeing someone else but he’s dead now so I’ll never know. One day, before we moved, they gave me this talk and basically said "We’ve decided to stay together for your benefit" I was probably around 13 or 14 and they put all the responsibility of their relationship squarely on my shoulders and then TOLD ME it was on me. So I told them they were being stupid and to just get a fucking divorce already. So they did. IMAGINE being in your 40’s and having your 14 year old be smarter about what’s best for everyone than you are.
I was supposed to live with my mom and see my dad *whenever* I don’t think there were any guidelines because I know I didn’t see him for at least 2 months. We moved in with my sister and her friends until my mom found a place because she was so clueless and couldn’t fend for herself. She always has to have a man to take care of her. I remember she kept going to look at apartments and they would either turn out to be old age homes or 1 bedroom places and she would expect us to share a bedroom. Can you imagine how full of hate I was?
We finally got a pretty nice condo. My dad ended up building a sort of living area on the second floor of his business. I didn’t really see him much until my mom decided we were moving to Ottawa. I told her I wouldn’t move until my school year was finished and she should make arrangements with my dad for me to stay with him. One week before moving I was talking to my dad about it and he had NO IDEA what I was talking about. I guess she just thought that if she didn’t tell him he couldn’t take me and I’d HAVE to go with her right away even though she didn’t have a place lined up (was moving in with her sister) and made no school arrangements for me. Obviously my dad took me in and I stayed with him from December until halfway through summer break. He never out and out told me he wanted me to stay with him but my mom put a lot of pressure on me to go with her so I did. I think it broke his heart. He wanted me to choose for myself but being so young I felt like I had to do what I was told so I did what my mom said.
That is a brief overview which glosses over many interesting details that I just do not have the energy to write out.
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