The Worst Weekend Of My Life. 2
After the night before, I woke up with an inexpressible feeling. It wasn't sadness, nor happiness; I suppose you could say I was feeling apathetic. Anyways, I remember many things going on while I was half asleep: my brother telling me he was going somewhere I can't recall, and my grandparents talking about what my mom was going to do with the whole situation of my dad cheating. Apparently, they believed that she should divorce my dad. After several hours of staying at their house, my brother had picked me up so that we could go home. On the drive back, I couldn't help but think how was my mom was feeling and especially whether or not she was an emotional wreck. When we got home, I felt very apprehensive as I opened the door, because I didn't want to see any evidence of the events that had happened the night before. I was happily surprised and relieved to find the house in tact, and as a matter of fact, I found my mom cleaning the house. After a while, I started talking to my mom about everything related to what happened: how it was probably for the best that we found out, how we felt about it, how she found out, how I felt about my dad now, and that we would stay strong in this tough time. My mom said that my dad was going to explain everything that I deserved to know tomorrow, and that he was going to stop by before he left for work that day. When my dad came, it was obvious the atmosphere had gotten tense. My dad looked distraught and you could tell that he was on the verge of giving up. While he was there, I put a brave, happy face so that my parents wouldn't see I was in pain. However, when my dad left, I felt deflated. I sat down on the counter, with my mom next to me, and I could tell I was on the verge of a breakdown. Like my usual self, I tried to prevent myself from crying by biting my lip, looking away, and holding my hands together as tightly as I could, in hopes that my emotions would magically go away. My mom noticed, and tried to get me to talk about how I was feeling; but mid-way through, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I began to sob uncontrollably. I suppose my mom thought it was best that my dad was there because she called him to come back home as soon as he could because she felt that I needed him. My dad came back not more than two minutes later, and my parents decided that I should know everything I deserved to know that day..