The process was rather slow, but it eventually got to a point were we absolutely resented each other. It all started when my mum started acting a lot more quite than usual. I thought it was just her being in an argument with her friends or something, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. My sister got in a lot more fights with my parents and my dad got home as drunk as Homer Simpson. Even I started to grow more depressed, but I think deep down I still loved them; even if it was just a little a bit.

After a few months, my parents eventually got divorced and me and my mum moved to Norway. Life’s good but I just wish things could get back to the it used to be. My sister and Dad are still in the Uk and I haven’t been in contact with them since we left.

Honestly, I don’t even know if I can love another person again without feeling like the biggest piece of shit in the world.