At the age of four my dad left. Fought for custody of course but ended up losing because he was even less stable than my mother, somehow in an almost impossible way, she was so happy but that doesn't mean he went away just like that. It started with the pleading, then he got angry, then tried to make her forgive him, then went back to being angry. It was on and off, sometimes mom would hide me because he was so crazy. Then one day he got in, we weren't home but that didn't cause him to not make a scene. He trashed our house yelled at anyone who called the police or tried to calm him down, because of course our neighborhood is noisy and knew who he was. He ended up leaving but not quietly. When this happened I was five years old and already understood what was happening. Everyone says I'm too mature. My grades were "amazing