Childhood Lost

    As everyone knows from birth you are born loving your mother.The one person with the one job to love you back.The truth is all parents lie,for various reasons,some to protect you and others for just cruelty.Among one of those parents was my very mother.
  All the dark nights filled with angst,swollen crying eyes and pleading to see my father  taught me something.That a promise is a lie hidden with words.Though the promise I asked for was obsurd and childish(big shock mommie,I was a child),it would have been nice to be broken in a way less tramatizing.Something to make me not become a suicidal 8 year old.So lets just get to the story of a broken promise.
Two weeks before the trama I had made my mother promise me to not marry the drunken bastard she was dating,the man had 7 kids,(which 4 lived with him,and oh did we fight).What did my mother do from the Friday to Sunday I spent with my Father in the next two weeks?Exactly what she had promised not to.I will say I wasnt exactly pissed at the fact she lied,but more over the way I found out.Hows walking into a drunks house to see the trophy televison blairing thier wedding in Vegas.Vegas,a drive though wedding,how romantic Mother.Immediatly being a child I ran out the door,down the street in a foregin neighborhood until it was dark and I found a place to curl into a ball and cry in silence.Like always.Crying and sobbing,weeping and pleading for life to end.When found several hours later by the police I demanded to be taken to my Father's and I was.I ran to him and he held me while I continued to cry,as did he.Except a hyperventalating child is not a pretty sight.He began to mutter.."I didn't.....even know.."My Father was strong,never cried but now he was the weakest I've ever seen.I wished to never see that again