A begining to an ending

                When I was nine my life was pretty great my parents were always there, and made sure my two older sisters and I had anything we wanted and needed. One night my parents called us in the living room after dinner, I thought I was getting in trouble for falling asleep in class. My mom was crying and my dad looked annoyed, my dad just blurted out,

“We’ve decided to get a divorce” before he could go on my mom stops him “I didn’t decide anything”.

Immediately my eyes swell up and I just feel the cold wet tears run down my flushed face. My dad goes on to say he’s got an apartment and he’ll be moving out in a couple days. My mom’s face made me sick to my stomach I’d never seen her cry like that.  From that night on laid a new platform for “parenting”. My mother would yell at my dad every time we went to his new apartment, and when we were with her she’d just yell about him. Trips to the mall were often after they separated new clothes and a new movie every weekend, all on dad’s credit card.  They began to argue about when we got to see each other, on birthdays my mom would give us clothes and my dad would show up with a bike or new electronic device.

When it was happening it was great all the presents and money, but I had never seen my parents like this. How could two adults be happy all the time and then not love one another anymore? At the time I didn’t know that when they sent us to our rooms that they were arguing, and fighting. I turned ten when their divorce was final. I knew everything that had gone on in their relationship the problems and the love. I knew too much.

I now know the struggle my mom went through trying to remain sane in front of three little girls. But from then on I looked at them differently. Two children fighting over toys is what they acted like, throwing mean thoughtless jabs at each other’s ego. They told us all the time if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all. Well needless to say they did not practice what they preached. My parents are better now they’re actually still best friends on holidays and birthdays they both come together not just for us but because they care. No matter how they are now I remember the years where they were ripping at each other’s throat to get a rise from the other how stupid and selfish they looked in my eyes.

Their ending allowed me to begin seeing these people in a light I didn’t turn on.