Gary Smith Gary Smith
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I like this story but it brought up my own feelings about divorce. The day i had to leave my kids and ex wife behind. In April this year. I hadn't cried that hard in a long time.

Gary Smith Gary Smith
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I love the way you ended it. That was real to me. I miss holding my kids hands. Thanks for your story. I'll get to see my kids this Christmas when i travel back to Michigan this month.

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A writing exercise, trying to keep my brain switching off from at least trying to write.


McDonald’s


My parents divorced six months ago.  It’s a weird thing for an eleven year old.  The weirdest thing was realising that Dad had another family, for six years of my life Dad had another family, a secret.  From then on it was Mum and me.   The worst day was not when he left but when I saw him next.  With them. 1 comment


It was a Saturday and Mum had taken me to McDonald’s.  I remember how the window shook when I threw myself against it.
       “Stacey!” my mum said, “Be careful.”
I refused to look up and stared at dried chewing gum on the pavement.
       “Where’s your burger?” she asked.
       “I changed my mind.”
“Whatever for?”
“I’ve gone vegetarian.”
“Stacey,” Mum’s voice was sharper.
“What?” I said back.  We both stood there for a while.  Loads of people walked by, some of them going into McDonald’s.  I gave them my best bitchy stare.  Finally Mum asked,
       “Are you going to tell me what’s upset you?”
I didn’t answer.
       “Something must have happened.”
I stared at the shoes and bags that hurried by.
“Right,” my mum sounded more serious this time.  “I’ll go and get it myself.  Give me the money.”
I still had the five pounds in my fist.  I looked at it and then at Mum.
       “You can’t” I said.
       “Of course I can,” she said “Now, give me the money Stacey.  And drop the sulky attitude.”
I looked at her.  We didn’t have secrets.  Not anymore.  I knew I’d have to tell her the truth.
       “Dad’s in there.”
Everything seemed to go quiet around us.  There must have been cars and people but I don’t remember any.  Then Mum moved slowly; she turned around and stared at the street like me.  I didn’t know what to say.  I kicked at the pavement and hugged myself tightly.  I knew what was coming and I didn’t want to do it. I would not cry.
       “Well,” she said finally.
       “Yeah?” I said.
       “What now?” she asked.
       “I dunno,” I said.
       “Are you hungry?” she asked.
       “Not anymore,” I said.
       “Nor me,” she said.
We both moved at the same time and walked in the same direction as the crowd.  I felt sad, really sad – again.
We walked through town and passed shops we normally stopped in.  In my favourite clothes shop a model wore a new dress.  It was short and red.  I didn’t like it.  We passed the place that sells stuff for your bath.  Usually we’d stop to look at the glittery bath bombs and talk about our favourite smells.  It smelt like my hamster’s cage.  Mum and me hadn’t said anything in ages.  We stopped.  Then she turned to me and said,
       “This is our day, right?”
       “Right,” I said back.
       “We treat ourselves once a month.  You get McDonald’s and I get to go shopping.  Right?”
       “Right,” I said slowly.
       “And he’s not around anymore to tell us what to do, right?”
       “I’m not going back,” I said as strongly as I could.
       “Well I’m not going home either.”
       “So…?”
Mum paused.  
       “KFC,” she said and turned away from the road, “I fancy KFC.”
       “Good idea!” I looked up at her.  And then did something I knew would make her happy.  I held her hand.  And she gripped it tight. 1 comment


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