by Emz Butler

Created on: July 13, 2008

when my mother left me!

I can remember it like it was yesterday, I can still remember exactly how I was feeling and what was going through my mind it was dreadful. It was the day my mother left. Looking back now, it wasn't as bad as I thought, but it still changed my life forever.
It was the first Sunday in October 2007 and I had just returned home from camping the night before. I was really tired, as I'd had absolutely no sleep. As I walked into my house, there was a strange feeling, I can't describe it, but the house just felt cold. I walked up to my room, it was clear that nobody was home. I lived with my mother and her boyfriend of 8 years (John), he was her fianc and they were planning to marry in June 2008. I just thought that they were out having lunch or something. Pushing my bedroom door open I saw my lovely, warm bed, just waiting for me to jump in and get some rest. But that didn't happen. I dropped my bag on the floor and was about to crawl under the covers when something bright caught the corner of my eye. It was on my chest-of-drawers. Walking over to it, I spotted my mother's engagement ring on top of a post-it note. I had a feeling I knew what had happened. I picked up the ring and read the note. The words spun round in my head "I'm following my heart and I'm not coming back, I love you". I collapsed on the floor in floods of tears.

I was sitting on my floor for roughly 10 minutes, trying to understand what had happened, I was so confused, my emotions were all mixed up, fear made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, anger made my blood boil. Then I started to panic, where had she gone? Where was John? Why did she leave me?
I ran into her bedroom and grabbed her old mobile phone and ran downstairs to try and call her on her new mobile. The phone rang and rang until it rung out, I kept calling her, I tried several times but still no answer. Then I heard a car coming down the track and I ran down to the kitchen and starred at the back door. The handle was slowly pushing down, I prayed so hard that it was my mother coming through the door realizing that she'd made a big mistake . . . but no it wasn't her, it was John. My eyes were so red and blood shot from crying so much. As John walked starring at me, the first thing he said was "what's happened"; he had no idea what had gone on.
Anger filled me as I slammed the note down onto the kitchen table, I shouted at him, telling him how my mother had left and she wasn't coming back. I went quiet

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