There he sat, lying in his bed, trying not to believe what was happening. He was staring at the ceiling, now silent tears, still running down his face. The events of the conversation that just happened kept getting tossed around in his head. He didn’t want to believe any of it. He knew now his dad would be seen less often then he would ever want it to be. It all

He was terrified. As a 14 year old boy, with a sister, mom, and father who had basically just left them, he was scared. His mom had just broken the truth to him and his sister, they were told in their medium sized house, in what used to be their parents room. As soon as their mom started talking, he knew it was coming. His father had made a mistake and mom wasn’t happy with him, and father wasn’t happy with himself. His sister was instantly crying. It took longer for it to sink in to his feelings. He then broke out into tears. They were still crying as a family who had just lost a family member 20 minutes later. They had no money, his mom had no education, and they were going to have to start cutting down on everything he had. He then went to his room, and stared at a wall. He tried to let himself cry no more. He let what just happened sink in. He only lasted about 5 minutes before breaking into tears. His mom heard him crying and came in. She told him, “Son, you are the best man in my life; you have the best heart and courage of anyone that I know. I love you so much and I will never let anything ever change that. You must be strong and push through this. I need you to help me around the house, and do everything. I need you to be the man in my life. We will always be with each other, no matter where we are. Any time you get sad, I need you to touch your heart, and remember how much I love you, and that I am always with you and I will always love you with all of my heart.” With this she left him be, and shut his door. He was still crying. There were tears all over his homework he tried to finish. He didn’t talk to anybody the rest of that night. As he lay there crying himself to bed, he prayed that his father would get his senses and comeback to them. Even though his mom told him to give up on hope, he still believed his father would come back to them.
The next day, he didn’t even get up for school, he decided he wasn’t going, and didn’t care what his mom said, but she did make him go to school. He called his father at some point in the day and let all of his raw emotion out. He was crying while talking, and then he was yelling at him because he was so angry. His father tried to calm him down, but there was so much emotion he couldn’t do anything. The boy ended the call, very angry, and threw the phone as hard as he could at the wall. He then went back in his room and cried. After about thirty minutes, he was still crying, and didn’t regret a single thing he said to his father. He was so pissed off at the world that he even considered leaving at one point. That whole day was filled with sorrow. His mom finally coaxed him out so he could eat something, but he went straight to his room afterwards. He, then again, cried himself asleep.

He woke up the next morning and had to talk himself into getting out of bed. He went through his morning routines. He then arrived at school for his zero period weight lifting for football. He didn’t say much to anybody there. He lifted, and did nothing other than that. The rest of his day he just kind of kept to himself. He didn’t talk to anybody; he sat by himself at lunch, and didn’t do much for P.E. With his luck, he had a football game that day. He went there sad, and pissed off at his dad. The whole game, he made good tackles and did his job, they still lost 63-8. He then went home so pissed off. He didn’t talk to his mom the whole ride home. He went to his room and started throwing stuff. After about three things, he collapsed into a ball of tears. He didn’t stop crying or come out of his room for the next 2 hours. His mom tried to coax him out with food, but he didn’t budge. He crawled in his bed later after that, and cried himself to sleep. While he was crying, he tried to convince himself to stop crying because he was a man and needed to be strong, but there was so much raw emotion that he didn’t stand a chance against it.

Throughout the days he kept strong. He went about his business and tried to appear as happy as he could at school, and he did pretty well some days. But there was always that one day where he was down, and couldn’t pick himself up anymore. He did the best he could with his girlfriend but broke out crying in front of her at some point. She tried and tried but couldn’t get anything from him on how she could help. To him she was his prize angel; she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He loved her and wasn’t going to let her go. He couldn’t take it anymore. He just wanted to kill everything; he was so pissed off at his dad and felt so sorry for his mom. She would cry herself to sleep and just burst in to tears when she saw something that reminded her of him, she loved him and he didn’t want to love her again. The sad, now 15 year old kid still bawled like a baby sometimes. He didn’t feel like he would ever have his parents back again, he felt that they were lost forever in the oblivion called divorce.
That same night, his mom and dad sat him and his sister down at the table and said they needed to talk. His father told them that he couldn’t take it anymore, every day he was there things got worse and worse. He couldn’t be there and support his mom, and he wasn’t happy with himself anymore. The whole family was crying at that point. He felt sad that this was happening and didn’t want it to but couldn’t do anything to stop it. He felt helpless and knew that he couldn’t do anything.
So there he lied, staring at the ceiling, knowing now the path had been chosen. He would now only see his father Wednesday nights and every other weekend. He didn’t want it to be like that but he couldn’t do anything. He felt helpless and weak, but he knew he had to be strong. He’s sucked it up to this point in his life, but every now and again, he thinks about those conversations, and he just lets it out. No one ever sees, but he still sometimes silently cries himself to sleep.