He makes her cry, and she makes him drink. I hear yelling and cursing in the middle of the night. He sleeps in the guest room now. And it's quiet at the dinner table. The house is split up.
- No more laughter.
- Clothes are thrown out the house.
- Glasses breaking.
- Plastic smiles in public. I don't even see his band anymore. The white picket fence seems pretty black right now. I hear them fight about money. Disputes about me and my brother. I try to tell him it's OK, but i think he's smarter than that. No more joint parent-teacher conferences. No more family vacations. Why can't they get over themselves? What about me and my brother? They're breaking up our secure bricked-shelter. So selfish they are, not realizing how i feel, how we feel... I try to block it out; say they'll work it out in counseling. But I as well, am smarter than that. They're not fair at all. One gets mad if I'm with the other. It's like competition to be the most likable. I don't understand what went wrong. They're like two different people now. Am I suppose to use this as a model of love? Is this what it's going to be like when I decide to bond my life with another? What happened to "until death do us apart"? I feel so alone, so left behind, uncared for, not understood.
- "Who's the new guy?"
- "Dad, why is your secretary over for dinner?"
"Rachel, you're going over your father's this weekend."
For: anyone who's going through or went through a divorce
Memo: Just know that you are not alone in this, and your parents actually do care and love you; try to be a little understanding in what they're going through. Sometimes you have to be the bigger person, involving parents.
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