Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
I made my decision. I wanted to move back to Edmonton. I missed some of my friends, and I yearned for the fast life. Lethbridge just was not for me. Yes, I had my family there, but when you feel like an outcast all the time, what more do you need before you move on? I always felt that if it were not for my children, my parents would probably not had been bothering with me as much as they were.
Tony moved back to Edmonton first. However, that did not happen without reservation on my part. With all the antics that I had dealt with about him in the last year, could I trust him to be there on his own, looking for a place for all of us to live? He stayed at his mom’s house while looking for a place for us. I made sure he stayed in close contact with me.
Finally, he found a house in Edmonton with a back yard for the kids. He called and told me to start packing. Oh great, another move and more packing! I knew I was losing things with each move, since I could not find little things here or there. Nevertheless, I had to get my act together and get myself in the mood to do it. My oldest was semi happy about moving back, all his school friends were there, but he did not realize that we would not be moving back to the same area. This meant yet another new school, and he would have to make new friends again.
My theory has always been that change is a good thing for kids. They learn how to adapt to different situations and how to make new friends. However, the opposite can happen too, they can also become introverted, withdrawn and have issues in school. I was fortunate that my boys were resilient and were always able to bounce back.
I also knew that I was getting tired of all the moving. I wanted to settle down, in one place for the kids. In Lethbridge, they were not too far to be able to see their father. I felt this was going be the right place for all of us. I knew it was time for me to tell my family I was moving back to Edmonton and this scared the hell out of me. My relationship with my family was already tense and damaged, what was this going to do to it now? I called my mom and asked if I could come over with the kids. I headed over and sat down on the couch, my palms were all sweaty from my nerves. To avoid prolonging the obvious, I figured it was just best to blurt out that we were moving back to Edmonton.
Now if I had been psychic, I am sure I would have heard a lot of swearing and blaming Tony by my parents. Instead, I got looks and silence for a few minutes. I tried to explain that work down here was not plentiful and what work there was, simply did not pay enough. We had no choice but to move back and hope that we could find better work up there.
I explained that it was best for the kids too, they would be closer to their father and they could see him on weekends. My mom just said that she knew what I was saying but was sorry that I was leaving. My dad, well lets just say, what came out of his mouth and the look on his face were two very different things. He was upset, but his face was sad, which I think was the first time I felt like he actually cared about us. Up until now, it was a very cold relationship between my father and me. Now I had to wonder, did he really love me or just my children? Was he just sad because my kids were being taken away from him? I knew he loved them with all his heart.
I could clearly see my dad was hurting about us moving back to Edmonton. My mom was indifferent, and my brother and sister were not around to tell them.
I made my apologies to my parents, and then thanked them for letting us stay in their home for the first three weeks then started for the door.
Mom jumped up and said, “Abby, would you like us to keep the kids so you can pack without them getting in the way?”
I replied, “Mom, that would be a great help, also would you happen to have any boxes lying around that I could take with me?”
My dad got up and asked me to follow him out behind the garage, to a small shed that had broken down boxes. He told me to take what I needed and so I did, loaded my car up and was on my way to get packing. Once at the apartment, I headed into the storage room and started yanking things out one by one. This was not going to be an easy task for one person to do, but it had to be done.
I managed to go through all the boxes that remained unopened from the move to Lethbridge. I found tons of junk, and I wondered why in God's green earth I would have even bothered to pack those things in the first place. I must have had about six large garbage bags that I had to drag down the stairs to the dumpster outside.
I did get a lot of it done in that one afternoon without the kids. Tony would be back in two days with a truck to load everything, and we would be on our way. My goodness, I must have been eager about moving because I managed to have it all done the night before he was due to arrive.
He showed up around noon the next day and it took us about two hours to load it all. Knowing I had to drive past my parents to get to the highway, I stopped in and said my goodbye. I was off again for our four-hour drive.
Chapter 5 - Part 1 tomorrow. Happy reading!
For those who missed the beginning, you can read it here:
https://steemit.com/writing/@feline1991/a-steemit-original-a-lifetime-of-seeking-happiness-part-1
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