The Story of My Life – Part Two
April 25, 2007My parents always fought when I was younger, my brother and I would sit on the basement stairs and cry as we listened to them arguing. This arguing lasted for as far back as I can remember. I honestly can’t remember a time during my youth when there were no arguments. In addition to the arguing, we moved around a lot because of my mom’s job. We moved at least 5 times, if not more (I can only remember 5 times), about once every 3 1/2 years. Sure, it was great because my mom was getting promotions and moving up in the company, however I feel like that is what brought my parent’s marriage down.
Finally, my parents decided to get a divorce. They told my brother and I one day during the summer before I entered third grade. I remember only pieces of that day: We were currently living in Toledo, Ohio in these town houses. There was a large baseball park behind the house and I remember this one time when our dog got loose and my friend and I chased her all the way to the back of the field to the highway… I digress… The day that they told us was one of the worst days of my life. My brother and I heard them arguing in the basement and we quietly opened the door and sat on the basement stairs, listening to them argue. If I remember correctly, they were arguing about whether they should tell us that day or not. Then they must have heard or seen my brother and I, either way, they found out that we were listening and brought us upstairs to the living room. The only things I remember after that was my brother sitting on my mom’s lap, crying, and I was on the floor, under the side table screaming WHY? THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! YOU CAN’T GET A DIVORCE…. I had been expecting it for a really long time. I just never thought it would actually happen to me.
My dad gathered a bag that night and left. He went to a friend’s house for the night and eventually got his own place, with a roommate. We visited him two nights a week after school, and every other weekend. I hated the situation, and my brother and I began to blame ourselves for everything that was happening.
At this point, I can go a few different ways with the story: I can continue and focus solely on the stuff regarding my dad, focus on things at home with my mom which would eventually lead to Jared, or attempt to tell this story by combining everything together. I’m not sure where I want to go with this yet, but I’ll figure it out and continue with part three later this week.
