My world as I knew it shattered to pieces when I was fourteen years old. I always had a troubled family, but it hit an all time low over the summer of 2007. My mother and father were fighting over money on our way home from the mall. My sister and I had to endure this from the backseat. It was a typical fight full of the everyday name calling. As pathetic as it was, I was used to this. Then something happened, something unexpected.

        This unexpected thing was that my mother opened the car door, on a highway, and tried to jump out of the car. My own mother tried to kill herself in front of my father, sister, and me. The only reason she did not succeed is because my father pulled her back in and locked the car doors, nearly driving into a guard rail in the process. This was unbelievably hard to bare. My father moved out of the house that night. I remeber being so angry with him and my mother. My mother because I felt as if she didn't love me that much. She was willing to kill herself in front of me so how much could she truly love me? I was angry with my father because he left my sister and me with her. 

        Eventually my mother and I patched things up, but things will never be the same. My father moved back in, but our relationship never recovered. I can never forget. I can try to forgive and I think a part of myself has, but another part of me can never forgive them. I will forever be scarred by this day in my life. I hope that one day I can move past it, but so far I haven't succeeded. 

        Life is hard on every person in the world. I know this. I believe that your family should be a safe place. You should be able to curl up in bed at night and know they love you. I, however, don't know this. I think this is the real reason I am so angry with my parents about that day. They made me question how much they love me and to this day I have never stopped questioning it. I don't think I ever will.