I remember it very vividly. I was about 10 ½ years old, and was in the middle of 5th grade. I lived in my old house, that was on Hialeah Drive. I was still living with my dad, my mom, my brother, Alex, and my sister, Jorja.
I think Jorja was in 3rd grade, and Alex was in 8th. My entire family had just finished eating dinner, and my parents told us all to go back to our rooms for a little while. Jorja and I went back to our shared room and sat on our bunk beds, thinking over everything we have done that day, and if we did anything wrong. We couldn't think of anything we could have possibly done bad. We both had decent grades in school, her being decent and mine being perfect. We both were starting to get worried so we turned on our TV and watched some cartoons until our …show more content…
They had already separated once, when I was in 3rd grade, but then got back together again 3 weeks later. I knew this one was final. I also knew it was inevitable, because what my dad did not know was that I had noticed they seemed to be ignoring each other, and it wasn’t exactly team parenting. They fought over whether to ground Alex for HINAO’s or not, since he was getting multiple ones every day. They would argue over what to cook for dinner, and if my dad could go out for the night or not. They fought over very, little simple things that shouldn’t have an argument, and it took me a second to process in my little 5th grade brain and I said “You’re both getting divorced, aren’t you?” They both seemed tense, and my dad asked why I thought that. I told him we had already been through this once before, and that I wasn’t stupid. He took a minute and confirmed “Yes, we are getting divorced.” Jorja and I both started crying, because we didn’t want to have a split household. Alex, he was different. Alex hated my dad, and I say my dad because he is only my half brother, coming from my mom. Alex started laughing, at my sister and I, and at the
I think Jorja was in 3rd grade, and Alex was in 8th. My entire family had just finished eating dinner, and my parents told us all to go back to our rooms for a little while. Jorja and I went back to our shared room and sat on our bunk beds, thinking over everything we have done that day, and if we did anything wrong. We couldn't think of anything we could have possibly done bad. We both had decent grades in school, her being decent and mine being perfect. We both were starting to get worried so we turned on our TV and watched some cartoons until our …show more content…
They had already separated once, when I was in 3rd grade, but then got back together again 3 weeks later. I knew this one was final. I also knew it was inevitable, because what my dad did not know was that I had noticed they seemed to be ignoring each other, and it wasn’t exactly team parenting. They fought over whether to ground Alex for HINAO’s or not, since he was getting multiple ones every day. They would argue over what to cook for dinner, and if my dad could go out for the night or not. They fought over very, little simple things that shouldn’t have an argument, and it took me a second to process in my little 5th grade brain and I said “You’re both getting divorced, aren’t you?” They both seemed tense, and my dad asked why I thought that. I told him we had already been through this once before, and that I wasn’t stupid. He took a minute and confirmed “Yes, we are getting divorced.” Jorja and I both started crying, because we didn’t want to have a split household. Alex, he was different. Alex hated my dad, and I say my dad because he is only my half brother, coming from my mom. Alex started laughing, at my sister and I, and at the