I walked into the doors of the Hilton and made my way to the room my dad and I were staying. I slowly opened the door with my room key to see my dad sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
"Dad?" I questioned.
"Oh, Stace." He said, rapidly wiping his eyes. "You're home." He stated.
"Yeah, Dad." I said. "Are you crying?" I walked over to him.
"I'm so sorry." He said, hysterically, placing his head back in his hands.
"What happened today at the lawyer's office?" I asked, frantically.
"Your mother...your mother...." He said, slowly rocking himself back and forth.
I grabbed him and held him tightly in a warm embrace and he finally stopped crying.
"Stacey, your mother got partial custody." He said with a sad sigh.
"What? Did you not tell them that she had been having a pretty open affair for a year?!" I screeched.
"Yes, honey, you know I did. But, apparently, your mother told the judge, who was at the meeting, that I'm not a stable guardian because I have to go out of town most of the time." My dad said, frowning.
"Are you kidding me, daddy?" I was growing more angry. "She can go f.uck someone in the room next to me who wasn't her husband and gain custody over me while you, who has been the only stable thing in my life isn't?" I clarified. "That's bullsh.it." I seethed.
"Stacey Luann Svidersky. She is still your mother and I do not appreciate you using that language." My dad said sternly.
"She is no mother of mine." I said, glaring into the space.
My dad sighed, and we sat in the darkness, not really mad at what had happened but sad the we couldn't have stopped it.
I woke up the next morning, groggy and annoyed. I sat up in my bed to see my dad folding the clothes I brought yesterday and putting them in a small duffle.
"Dad. What are you doing?" I questioned, already knowing the answer.
"I'm packing your stuff so that you can go back
"No. That isn't my home. It's where my mother is." I said, snootily.
"Stacey..." My dad chided.
"Don't 'Stacey' me." I argued, suddenly feeling sad. I started to cry, "It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair." I convinced myself, rocking back and forth.
"Honey." My dad said sitting in front of me on my bed, rubbing away my tears, "It's only partial custody. I'll see you as soon as I can." He soothed.
I hiccuped. "Okay." I said, wiping the few last remanding tears.
"Now, come on, let's finish packing and we can go and get some breakfast before we see your mother."
I nodded slowly, and got up to help my dad pack and then I'd go face to face to the woman I used to call mother.
I believe that there's hope.
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