Question by Mickayla: my house burnt down on july 4th, and my parents are getting a divorce. advice please?
I’m 14 years old, a freshman now, here’s my story.
On july 3rd, my little brothers were playing in the backyard with fireworks, my oldest brother is 12 so my parents let him light the fireworks alone and with my other brothers. That afternoon, we left to go to our beach house for a 4th of july weekend vacation.
The next morning my mom started getting calls at like 7 in the morning and she didnt know any of the numbers so she ignored the calls. Soon after that, my mom’s good friend called her and told her to stay calm, because our house was on fire.
My mom was crying hysterically and my 3 younger brothers, 6, 9, and 12 years old, were in shock and so was I. So we hopped in the car to go back home, it was a 2 hour drive. We pulled up to our house and there were fire trucks and lots of people, my best friends were there and i ran to them and started sobbing as i watched the firefighters put out the last of the fire. We were told that the whole house burnt down and EVERYTHING was gone.
The firefighters investigated and told us that one of the fireworks my brother lit off, landed in a barkchip path and was smoldering all through the day and night. After the barkchips caught fire, they lit our ceder shed to flames which spread to our house.
As of right now, I moved to Portland and I’m going to a brand new high school without my best friends. I dont get along with anyone even half as good as i got along with my best friends
My parents are also going through a divorce right now and my mom recently met a guy on Facebook who lived in Ohio, then he flew out here to see her, and they slept together. It’s pretty fucked up.
My parents are making me go to counseling but i hate it and it doesnt help, it just reminds me of all the past i dont want to think about.
Now im never happy and i feel empty. Everyday i wake up thinking I’m in my old house, but im not.
And i’ve had extremely depressing dreams.
In one of my dreams, im with my best friends and they told me they had a surprise for me so they put a blindfold on me, and walked me somewhere. They took the blindfold off and around me were all of my friends, family, neighbors, and firefighters. One of my best friends said “it took a while, but this is for you and your family”. I was standing right in front of my house, but it looked like the fire never even happened. I walked up to the front door and opened it, to the right were our backpacks and shoes thrown in a messy pile on the floor. I slowly walked up the stairs while looking around at everything I had missed so much, everything that felt like home was all around me. I walked to my room and slowly opened the door. there were clothes all over the floor and it was messy, just like id left it. there was my makeup next to my mirror, my posters on the wall, and drawings and memories my best friends and i had made over the past few years that meant the world to me. I ran and jumped onto my messy bed, and buried myself into my pillows, and started crying because i was so happy.
Then i woke up, and ever since I’ve had that dream, it’s all i ever think about. I would give anything in the world to be able to go back into my room and jump on my bed.
I don’t know what to do or what to think, does anybody have any advice, or just anything to help me out?
Best answer:
Answer by speaker of unassailable truth
Um. When “house burnt down” and “divorce” appear in the same sentence, well, let me put it this way, you may want to delete this question.
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