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>be me, 8 years old
>Iraq War happens, Dad gets deployed
>Instead of coming home after Saddam is ousted, he's restationed in Afghanistan
>miss him for 2 years
>One day Mom gets an emergency call
>He's suffered a heart attack and gone into a coma
>transferred to a hospital in Germany, we fly there to be with him
>At age 10 the concept of death was still a bit foreign to me, so I was just psyched to have a month off of school and explore Europe instead
>Absolutely certain he would get better
>He didn't get better
>Go back to school crying
>some dickhead classmates make fun of me for my loss at recess
>Mom gets bogged down with legal paperwork that Dad used to handle
>Grades start slipping badly, Mom and I have arguments all the time about it, souring our relationship
>Got so frustrated with the whole situation that I smashed my expensive laptop she'd bought for me
>Just before entering high school, we move 3000 miles away because Mom was homesick for New England
>Maine's community is really dense, I found it impossible to make friends
>Relationship with Mom degenerates completely, first thing that happens when I get home is a heated argument about my B- grade average, then a run upstairs to hide in my room so I don't have to see her for the rest of the day
>Gradually become depressed to the point of considering suicide
>Mom isn't happy either, we decide to downsize
>move to a small apartment in the city and a private high school
>High school turns out to be ultra-SJW, full on "muh pronouns" and everything
>By some miracle manage to mostly keep my trap shut and avoid suspension
>At graduation I realize it's been 10 years since that fateful day Dad was deployed, I've spent more of my life depressed than not.
At this point I've lost all passion for anything beyond vidya. I don't have much hope for the future. I'm tired of hearing "it'll get better" when it never does.
Wallpaper is for Dad, he sure loved Tolkien's work. We watched the movies together all the time.
