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Riley Cubin - College Essay - 2717328
Riley Cubin - College Essay - 2717328
news to my siblings and I. New Year’s Day, 2017, and today I will learn the most haunting news
of my adolescent life. My five-year-old sister giggles away in the living room, unaware of the
terrors being shared just down the hall. An empty driveway that would soon haunt us all paired
with the dial tone of my mother's phone calling my sister at college. My mother, sister and I
burst into tears while my brother stared blankly ahead, unable to experience any emotion. The
house went quiet, nothing could be heard over the crash of a million thoughts racing through my
head.
In the weeks that followed, my Dad came and went, staying with a friend while he and
my Mom ‘sorted things out.’ I didn't think they would figure things out, or that he’d ever come
back. In the beginning, he would come home each morning, keeping up appearances so my little
sister couldn’t tell something was wrong. Sometimes he would be home for short increments at a
First, I was upset, crying at every family function when he didn’t show up, every time I
heard his name. Despite these struggles, life outside the house had to go on. At work, my shame
and sadness drove me to the quiet of a walk-in produce cooler. I could not stay in there, I had to
return to business as usual, wiping my eyes and shutting the door on my pain. It's never good to
keep secrets, especially ones as life changing as these. After all, secrets are just the lies we are
fairy godmother and when the clock strikes midnight, Prince Charming will be there. Last year, I
began to learn that fairy tales aren't real-life and sometimes love can't fix things. I want to
believe that my parents love will be strong enough to get through this. Maybe it is.
I had to grow up and be what my mom has always been for me; strong. Nothing will
break my heart as much as it did when I had to look my strong, loving mom in the face and tell
her that it was okay, when I knew it wasn’t, that she wasn’t.
Mom stayed with Dad, so desperately fighting for their love as I knew she would. My
Mom is a lover in every sense of the word, she is so selfless and passionate in everything she
believes. I know this about my Mom, but I also know that addiction is a life sentence, a struggle
Dad had been home almost a year when he left again and the oh so familiar emptiness of
This time was different though, and Dad wasn’t just staying with his friend. He went to
seek help, professionals, and they would help him become the man we all knew he could be.
My Dad came home four days later. May 5th, 2018, Mother's Day. I remember the day so
vividly. I felt conflicting emotions: relief and happiness that he was home, anger and fear that
he wouldn’t stay. “This will work, he’s getting better. He’s gonna stay better. He’s trying.”
That’s what Mom keeps saying. I don’t have her blind sense of faith.
My relationship with my Dad has since faltered, but my parents continue to fight for their
love. Our family knows that it isn’t going to be easy, that fighting addiction is an uphill battle.
No, there are no fairy tales or fairy god mothers, but honestly, that’s okay. Learning that love is