Stranger in the Village

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The stranger in the village Are you that pathetic and sad to honestly come back to this house? You don’t live here; go back to your mother. These are the words I constantly hear when I walk through my father’s house. I fight with my family a lot, but does that give them the right to constantly bring me down, most importantly the right to make me the stranger in my family?! My parents got divorced when I was very young and it was in the best interest, for my siblings and me, to live with my father. My father is an amazing man who fought for many years to have his children live with him, to the point where he `bought` us from my mother. My father, my sister and two brothers were my family and my house was my home. My siblings and I have never gone short with my dad. Always a home cooked meal and the best education money could buy. So where did it all go wrong? It was year 2011 where my father could not put up with me anymore. He had tried everything from psychologists to psychiatrists but nothing could change my mood. He had gotten home from work one day and we got into an argument which resulted in him packing my clothes in my bag and kicking me out of his house. I had to go live with my mother and re start my whole life. It was the most difficult time of the year, writing my June exams and still coming to this place, I had to now call my home. I became very resentful to my family and drifted away from them. I would not speak to them for weeks, until I needed a book for school or for my Birthday. It killed me, every night I would sit in bed and just want my dad to walk past my room and say goodnight. When it came to my birthday my family took me out and it proved how much I had missed and loved them. The time spent away had unexpectedly made us closer. I started spending more time with my siblings and father but the fun wouldn’t last long. I constantly felt
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