This is a rather personal story that has been exaggerated to an extent. Some of you may be able to relate to it in ways, I hope you enjoy.
My mother and her boyfriend were fighting, again. It was the third time this week. My mothers boyfriend and I were super close, like best friends! In fact it was almost like he was my dad, the closest thing I’ve ever had to one at least. One evening when I was at scouts I noticed my mum in the corner and she told me to come. She told me her boyfriend had broken up with her and we had to go. I was so cross that they hadn’t taken me into consideration I wanted to shout! But I knew he would probably be back soon enough..