My parents decided to get a divorce less than two years ago, in fact, this weekend marks the two-year anniversary of the day they decided to split up. The Sunday after Thanksgiving; it is a day that no one in my family will ever forget I am sure. The four of us were sitting around the square, wooden dinner table eating leftover turkey and stuffing. Mom and Dad had been fighting since we had gotten home from church. Alex and I had spent the remainder of the morning hiding upstairs with our stereos turned up to their maximum levels to drown out the sound of Mom and Dad screaming downstairs. When they finally summoned us to come downstairs for dinner we were both hesitant, not knowing what lie ahead of us, but expecting the worst.
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For December in Iowa, it didn 't seem very cold but the air was dreary and bleak. There were small hills of snow scattered throughout the lawn and in between them were patches of brown, dead grass. The trucks came and backed up to the garage. I felt like I was in a concentration camp as my brother and I hauled boxes from our house to be put into the back of the trucks and eventually into my mom 's new house, a house she would live in without my brother and I.
I didn 't cry until we were in the garage alone. Alex said, "I don 't know why we have to help." Hearing his strained voice and seeing the tears in his eyes I felt the unfairness of the whole situation and began to cry.
I didn 't know how I was supposed to answer him. I had no idea how to explain to him what I was feeling and why our parents cared more about hating each other than they cared about the two of us. I hugged him in the garage of our house filled with boxes, the only house he had ever lived in is whole life with my dad, my mom, and I.
I felt such resentment towards my parents for what they were putting both of us through. My little brother was too young to understand, and I was having a hard time trying to explain to him the reason things happened the way they did. With both of my parents acting like children, I knew I had to step up and be a responsible adult in Alex 's …show more content…
The person I love the most in the world is my brother. After everything he has had to go through I respect him so much. He is only twelve now, but he has gone through more than any other kid his age. He has seen the worst sides of all of us and I an sure he still has a long way to go before he full understands the reasons who tings turned out this way.
Less than a week ago I stopped over at my mom 's house to pick up a book she had found for me. Alex was staying at her house for the week and asked me to give him a ride to the library.
"Lish," he said, "You told me once that Mom and Dad weren 't getting a divorce."
"I know Alex, but you were just a little kid and I didn 't know how else to explain it. At the time I didn 't think they were going to get a divorce and they didn 't for about six months after that," I replied feeling guilty for having lied to my brother without even realizing it.
He just shrugged his shoulders at my reply and hopped out of the car. "Love ya Lish. Thanks for the ride," he said.
Two years later I think we are al trying to keep things stable, trying to maintain some kind of a dysfunctional order. Although I know my family is far from normal, we try to make things run as smoothly as possible, even though sometimes it seems like no matter how hard we try we will never all be able to be happy
"I am not …show more content…
For December in Iowa, it didn 't seem very cold but the air was dreary and bleak. There were small hills of snow scattered throughout the lawn and in between them were patches of brown, dead grass. The trucks came and backed up to the garage. I felt like I was in a concentration camp as my brother and I hauled boxes from our house to be put into the back of the trucks and eventually into my mom 's new house, a house she would live in without my brother and I.
I didn 't cry until we were in the garage alone. Alex said, "I don 't know why we have to help." Hearing his strained voice and seeing the tears in his eyes I felt the unfairness of the whole situation and began to cry.
I didn 't know how I was supposed to answer him. I had no idea how to explain to him what I was feeling and why our parents cared more about hating each other than they cared about the two of us. I hugged him in the garage of our house filled with boxes, the only house he had ever lived in is whole life with my dad, my mom, and I.
I felt such resentment towards my parents for what they were putting both of us through. My little brother was too young to understand, and I was having a hard time trying to explain to him the reason things happened the way they did. With both of my parents acting like children, I knew I had to step up and be a responsible adult in Alex 's …show more content…
The person I love the most in the world is my brother. After everything he has had to go through I respect him so much. He is only twelve now, but he has gone through more than any other kid his age. He has seen the worst sides of all of us and I an sure he still has a long way to go before he full understands the reasons who tings turned out this way.
Less than a week ago I stopped over at my mom 's house to pick up a book she had found for me. Alex was staying at her house for the week and asked me to give him a ride to the library.
"Lish," he said, "You told me once that Mom and Dad weren 't getting a divorce."
"I know Alex, but you were just a little kid and I didn 't know how else to explain it. At the time I didn 't think they were going to get a divorce and they didn 't for about six months after that," I replied feeling guilty for having lied to my brother without even realizing it.
He just shrugged his shoulders at my reply and hopped out of the car. "Love ya Lish. Thanks for the ride," he said.
Two years later I think we are al trying to keep things stable, trying to maintain some kind of a dysfunctional order. Although I know my family is far from normal, we try to make things run as smoothly as possible, even though sometimes it seems like no matter how hard we try we will never all be able to be happy