Prologue

I was only 12. I didn't really understand death that much just yet. My father had just died and me and my mom were sitting at the kitchen table just starying at our plates for breakfast. I'm 15 now and my mom has a boyfriend. "Mom how could you? You have to still love Dad! you're still married!" I say mad and confused. "Hunny you have to understand." my mom says reaching out to hug me but I just run to my room and slam the door. Now I'm 18 and me and my mom still don't get along. Will my life change soon? I don't know. Let's find out.