At the age of seven years old I had witnessed my mother countless times. I never really understood why at the time, but never did I think it would be because of my father. Some may call it in denial since indeed I did witness the minor disagreements day after day, but others may just call it a child’s state of mind since I obviously was only seven years old. Although it was a decade and so ago and some memories have faded there is one in particular that has always stayed with me. It was just a regular day at home with both my mom and dad. They were sitting down having a normal conversation and then all of a sudden, it escalated quickly. My parents had always had disagreements but they would always try their best to remain calm in front of me, no matter what. So, it was very surprising to see them …show more content…
She would always ask me questions like “how do I feel about… or what was I thinking when…”. I didn’t like these types of questions and still don’t till this day. I’m not exactly sure why but I just know that I don’t. I continued to go to counseling all during the divorce process. I went to counseling periodically for around six years, to until I was in 5th grade. This was around the time my parents had completely moved on and I didn’t exactly know how to deal with it. The hardest thing to deal with was my dad moving on, mainly because when my parents first separated my dad was the one who left. He moved out while I stayed and lived with my mom. Although I did still spend time with my dad and saw him often, it just wasn’t the same. I just wanted my dad to myself and this wasn’t going to be possible with him starting a new family. My dad and mom would both go on to remarry. My dad married a woman with three children of her own and my mom would marry a man with two children of his own. By this point I knew we would never be a family