My mother’s inspiration to force me to live with my father came from another mother who did this to a classmate of mine earlier in the year. After the rumours of me sleeping with this girl got back to my mother I was sujected to a verbal barrage upon being picked up from training at the sport I use to do. My father was called and I ran to a friends house that evening and stayed there.

The next day my father had turned up at that house and I ran off. This happened a few times before my friend and I made our way to a local creek area for a swim. Eventually I called my mother from a pay phone and tried to reason with her. I eventually told her where I was and then continued with my swim. Not long after my father arrived and I was forced to go back with him to my mothers house.

After arriving at my mothers house I sat in the living room while my parents sat at the table, smoking and pretending to care about me. My mother was happy to put on the crocodile tears, knowing full well this would get my attention and then began the barrage of emotional manipluation and false concern. My mother tried the subject of me taking drugs, and believed it was occuring because of the change in my behavior. There was no significant change in my behavior, at least negatively. I was the happiest I had ever been, I had friends, I wasn’t getting bullied, I had good reports from school, I was performing well in my sport and by all intents and purposes was a normal teenager.

After what felt like hours and hours of being grilled by my parents for my perceived wrongdoings I caved and packed my things and left with my father for the 4+ hour drive to the shit hole place he lived.