The year my parents divorced,they sat on either side of me and held me close to comfort me.

The year my parents divorced, they sat on either side of me and held me close to comfort me. Don't be scared, Charlotte. We both still love you just as much. Most kids have one home, you'll have two. The first time around, I chose to live with my mother, who had more money. However, after she remarried and had my little sister, she began forgetting to pick me up from school. Then she forgot my birthday. Eventually, she even forgot I had asthma. In that timeline, I died alone in a practice room at the music school. It took three days for a cleaner to find my body. The police asked my mother where I kept the inhaler I always carried. For a long moment, she said nothing. She had asthma. When I travelled back to the year of their divorce, I chose my father. He had very little money, but he loved me. He spent much of the year on the road driving a truck, yet he never missed a parent teacher conference. No matter how late he finished work, he always picked me up in his battered old car. In winter, he would even warm a coat by the heater and leave it on the back seat for me.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama