I never saw it coming, although it didn't surprise me. A couple years before, my moms parents had separated. Besides the countless times my parents told me that this would never happen to our family and all the times they would tell my brothers and that they would never get divorced, I can't say I was surprised.
When they first told us the news they said it in a very temporary way, they said that they were going to try something new for a couple months, that they were going to live apart. That we would live at an apartment with my dad half the time and with my mom at home for the rest. Although when the word divorce came up, me and my older brother knew exactly what was going on. He definitely didn't take it as lightly as I did.
I remember when my dad started renting a new house it had a pool; which was awesome because we had never had a house with a pool before. So we would swim almost everyday we were at my dads house, and while me and my younger brothers swam, my big brother would always sit in pool chairs talking to my dad about the divorce. He was really sad at the time and it was clear you could tell. of course my dad was too, but I remember he never showed it, although I knew. I was sad too on the inside, I can't say I showed it though. I want to say my little brothers didn't entirely understand it, even though they do now, they don't entirely remember when my parents were married, so it does not affect them as much. I wish I had known my parents were getting divorced, then I would have made the best of the time we had left together all of us.
I guess the reflection of the story is to appreciate what you have; because you never know when it might be lost.
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