Divorce
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Theyre getting a divorce
What do you think of when you hear about a single mother raising her three kids? Usually, people think of a deadbeat mom, and low life, rebellious kids. However, in my mothers case, you see an independent woman, who is confident in her kids and in her job. My mother isnt the kind of parent that you would see in the newspaper for killing she was desperate for money or love, or too depressed from a divorce to care for us.
Living in my house as a youngster was rough. The holidays were the worst. My parent fought about everything, from the Christmas tree, to the turkey on Thanksgiving. Nothing was ever “normal” in my home. The day my parents got divorced was probably the best day in my mothers life. It was most likely because she wanted to make my brothers life and mine easier. Because we would no longer have to hear the screaming and yelling at three AM about the house not being clean. My mother was a happier person when she wasnt fighting with my father. And the house was a lot quieter.
Im sure my mother had been thinking about divorcing my father for sometime. But, why hadnt she done it when all hell broke loose? Or when all the fighting had started? That question still burns in my brain. I know things would have been worse if they had stayed together. My mother and my father were completely wrong for each other. My mother was all about organization and my father was just a big mess.
As for us kids, we turned out pretty well. Even though some of my childhood years were hard, the rest of those times were golden. My brothers and I got along with each other very well. When my mother was at work, my older brother (who is about four years older than me) took care of my younger brother and I until she got home around five. My older brother is now at the University of Santa Barbara, studying to be a screenplay writer. My younger brother attends College Park, and is focusing on school, football and wrestling.
I would not call what happened between my parents a failure. I would call it THE INEVITABLE. Once upon a time, we all dreamed of the perfect family that had a big house