Parents stand behind their children offering guidance and protection, until divorce sets in, now welcome to the animal jungle. A child of divorce feels like they have been stranded all alone, left to the wild to figure life out. What would you do if you woke up one morning and everything you once knew was gone? Like a nightmare that won’t go away, you seek those you love the most, to find out they are no longer there. There are many unexpected truths that are capable of destroying your life as you now know it, if revealed. Everyone desires to be loved by someone. That sense of security and having companionship is why most of us get married. To feel like you belong to something. To start a family. The influence of how you were raised
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It all started in Virginia. My father got hired for a new, better paying job, so the family had to move. I remember my mother had always envisioned this new house as the place where she and my father would retire and “grow old together.” It was a late afternoon, one Saturday, and my mother came stomping down the stairs, heading into the garage. Enraged, I heard my mother shouting, and then something shatter. I ran to the garage, just in time to witness my mother flip the coffee table over, and onto my father. She was screaming bloody murder, then turned around, charging back into the house, not even making eye contact with me. I had never seen my mother this upset before, ever. Wondering what was going on, I asked my father, “What happened?” He didn’t respond; he sat there with his coffee all over his shirt, head down, shaking his head like he was saying “No.” My father has never been much of a talker, at least not the way my mother is, so I retrieved back into the house, after Mom. I found her upstairs in her room crying, with her head down, buried in her hands. She was crumbled over the corner of the bed— almost falling off—looking paralyzed with grief. I wrapped my arms around her weak frame and asked her, “Momma what is the matter?” She paused, and then looked up at me with bloodshot, tear-flooded eyes and said, “We’re getting divorced; your father is in love with another
It all started in Virginia. My father got hired for a new, better paying job, so the family had to move. I remember my mother had always envisioned this new house as the place where she and my father would retire and “grow old together.” It was a late afternoon, one Saturday, and my mother came stomping down the stairs, heading into the garage. Enraged, I heard my mother shouting, and then something shatter. I ran to the garage, just in time to witness my mother flip the coffee table over, and onto my father. She was screaming bloody murder, then turned around, charging back into the house, not even making eye contact with me. I had never seen my mother this upset before, ever. Wondering what was going on, I asked my father, “What happened?” He didn’t respond; he sat there with his coffee all over his shirt, head down, shaking his head like he was saying “No.” My father has never been much of a talker, at least not the way my mother is, so I retrieved back into the house, after Mom. I found her upstairs in her room crying, with her head down, buried in her hands. She was crumbled over the corner of the bed— almost falling off—looking paralyzed with grief. I wrapped my arms around her weak frame and asked her, “Momma what is the matter?” She paused, and then looked up at me with bloodshot, tear-flooded eyes and said, “We’re getting divorced; your father is in love with another