Thanksgiving Disaster

It's been a couple of days since I share something with you guys.
It's almost Thanksgiving, and to be honest I'm not a big fan of this holiday. You may be wondering, what's not to like? Good food, family getting together, and thanking God for our all our blessings.
Well as most of you know I've been through two family divorces. The first divorce didn't hurt me like the second one did, because I was very young and I never got to see what it was like to have my dad by my side so there was really no difference, but the second time was different.

My mom decided to give love a second chance, and brought into my life my step dad. It was wonderful, I had the male figure I didn't have before. I did not only gain a dad in this period of time, but two wonderful half sisters who I dearly love. The holidays were my favorite, I felt like I was living in a Christmas commercial. But it didn't last forever, the problems began and with time my ''perfect family'' was nothing more than a memory. It wasn't an easy divorce, a lot happened. The worst part was that it all fell apart right before the holidays, right before Thanksgiving.
I begged my mom to stay with my step dad, I didn't want to loose what we had but she didn't listen. A week before Thanksgiving, she kicked my step dad out. Back then I didn't understand what was happening, all I knew was that he wasn't there anymore. I cried myself to sleep that night, the next day wasn't any better. I cried everywhere, I was a mess. I couldn't stand being in that house, where we all had been happy once. The days went by and I wasn't getting any better so my mom thought it would be best for me to go to Peru, away from the place I once called home.
Last year I found out the truth, and finally understood that what my mother had done was for the best. I still wish things were different, I wish my family was still together.
It's been five years and it still hurts. I've tried my hardest to leave it in the past, but I just can't. I miss the old days...