My Family Divided

My parents never really got along well and from an early age I figured at some point they would probably get divorced at some point in my life. My Siblings and I, including an older sister and two younger brothers, always expected for the marriage to come to an abrupt halt. When it finally happened, it was extremely random and done so casually by my father. My father works for a Canadian based company expanding into the United States. He meet her at the cooperate headquarters. I remember walking downstairs to my father telling my mother that he had meet someone else. As My Mother began to cry over the grim news, I began crying, my two brothers and my sister began to cry as well. Everyone but my father cried.
Almost immediately my mother kicked him out of the house. That was, for a lack of better words, the beginning of the end. My father Decided he was leaving. We had to quickly throw the house up for sale; we couldn’t afford such luxuries as our upper class home with such a decline in income. We fortunately had better luck than most that summer selling our house. It sold within 2 months for close to what we were asking in price. We had to find a new place to live fast. We found a significantly smaller house a few neighborhoods over. The decrease in size matched the lower cost. We were fortunately able to attend the same schools as before, but our living experience would change drastically. We moved everything by ourselves on a borrowed trailer from my uncle. It took multiple trips but it was done. We had finally found a new home.
The divorce had a big impact on me in more than just where I had to live. It almost took a metaphysical aura about it. I struggled to feel connected to either of my parents, let alone my friends. I would rarely see my father and when I did it would almost seem surreal. It’s really not a fun time only having one parent to rely on. You learn to rely on yourself. It makes you a stronger person. I’ve had to learn to be happier with less. My mom didn’t make nearly as much as my father did and was really struggling with debt from our previous house.
I’ve came away with a lot of things from this divorce. I’m stronger willed, more independent, and unfortunately numb to a lot of emotions. It takes a lot to make me sad. I’ve mainly concluded that divorce is an awful as an idea and worse in practice. I’ll leave you with a quote the great band Blink-182, “If this is what he wants and this is what she wants then why is there so much pain?”