In 2011 my parents divorced. It happened unexpectedly, out of nowhere to me, I was 12 I didn't even know what divorce really was, or what was going on. I had to pick between stability or my mother. I wanted to stay with my mother, so bad, but I had a home. If I had gone with my mother I would have gone to a school in Houston, that worried me. All my life moving was normal for me, but I got tired of moving so I stayed with my father. It was hard for me to cope, and to this day I still am trying to. When you grow up with your parents then one day they seem to hate each other and they are no longer together everything changes. You only get to see one every once in awhile, but you want to see them more, but you can’t. I feel regret for not staying
