Watching my Dad leave that day was painful because I thought what happened was all my fault. My parents got divorced when I was six.
I always thought what did I do wrong. My brother and sister always told me it was my fault and I'm the kind of person that wants to fix everything.
From the age of six to ten I had always thought that maybe I could have been better, or maybe help my mom out so she wasn't so stressed. Even go back and try to fix everything I could because for years I thought that maybe I could have fixed it.
One day I began to cry and my mom asked me what was wrong. I looked at her and told her that I thought everything that happened was my fault. My mom scooped me up and just held me saying over and over: "Chelsie you did nothing wrong. What happened between me and your dad was our fight. It had nothing to do with you".
Now, nine years later I still miss life as it used to be, but now I see that I couldn't help what happened and now I live my life for me and I'm loving every second of it.