14 Years Old
Fourteen years is how old I was when it all happened. I realized I wanted to live in New York City, my mom was having my little sister, I tried to harm myself, and my dad left us. We found out about my dad's affair when my little sister was already born, when we found out our entire world came down and in that moment I knew my life was not gonna be the same. My dad still lived in the US but would just leave out of the blue to see his mistress who lived in Ecuador. So it was just my mom, older sister, my baby sister, and me. He never cared what that did to us, he never cared how much pain he caused my mom, he never cared that he ruined our family, but most of all he did not care that he was leaving a new born to grow up without a father. I once had my dad on a pedestal. I would always wish to find someone to love me the way I thought my dad loved my mom. Now, all I ever wish for is to never find a man like him because he is not even a man, no real man abandons a family for a 26-year-old girl who got involved with a married man.