My Dad would gather my sister and I to set the table , then we would eat as a family and day would get started. Dad would go off and drive to work. My Mom would drop my sister and I at school then she would go off to work. Everything slowly started to change once I got to middle school. My Dad didn’t start coming home to till really late.
I live in a small town and the word gotten out pretty quickly. I guess a person would say my parents were #goals. The biggest surprise to me was how my church reacted. Everyone constantly asked me if my sister and I was ok. No one really asked my Mom. Everyone mainly went to my Dad.
When my mom and I finally left the meeting and being told I’m going to repeat the 8th grade, we went home, where I get another speech from my mom and sister about this happen because of the divorce between my mom and dad but how I am very close to my dad and now he’s not in the picture. However, my mom called him and told him the news then, he gives me another speech. This day causes a metamorphosis within my life. A metamorphosis of my feels and my acting because in the weeks to come I did not care about anything and started my new habit of cross country running. I also did not talk to anyone, all I did was eat and hear my mom and sister talk crap of how the only reasoning I’m doing this is because my parents divorced and my father is not living with us and much
He doubted that it was serious enough to get permission and asked whether or not I thought he should try. I told him that he had to go, and that I thought it was very important that he and his ex-wife be by her side especially considering their recent divorce. From my own experience, I knew that simply having both of my parents come to my aide reinforced the idea that my parents were the ones that got divorced and that, even if they weren't living together, they both would always be there for me. My parents got divorced when I was two and my younger sister just six months. My sister and I lived with our mother would visit our father two weekends a month and over summer vacation the situation was reversed.
The funny part is her grandson was not, but her husband was so I knew how to seperate the two. In my late twenties I realized I needed to get my self together, it was during this time I meet a man who awakened me to the type of woman I am, which is loving, dedicated and worthy of the best. We had a rocky relationship, but I knew he appreciated and cherished me. We were together until his time on this earth was over, he was taken in a tragic killing. During this time I wanted to curl up and never move again, but I couldn't, I remained strong and did what I had to do, to persevere.
My mom does not host Easter because the house she is living in is to small for her side of the family, so we drive two hours south to my uncles. We leave the house around 10:30am, but my sister and I take a separate car than my mom. The reason we do so is because my sister and I have to leave before my mom to drive two hours back up to Wisconsin to my dads. When we arrive to my uncles house we greet everyone and just hang around talking to each other. Uncle Keith who is my moms brother loves to cook, so he preps our Easter meal.
What led me to the realization of this was a trip I took last week. Tuesday night while sitting in a lonely nursing home my great-grandfather’s long and successful life came to it’s end. Since my mother didn’t have a strong father figure, she was pretty much raised my him and was close to him all her life. I could tell when she called me to tell me that he had died that she wasn’t doing so well. I knew I couldn’t come home then since I had classes on Wednesday, so I decided to come home after my last class that afternoon to be with my mom.
All throughout her childhood, and most of her young adult life until she ran away, my mother was pushed onto other family members. When my grandmother ran out of family members, she would leave my mom with foster parents for months of a time. She wasn’t a bad kid; she didn’t misbehave. She just wanted someone to want her around, someone to love her. Regrettably, the reason my grandmother went to such lengths to get rid of her own daughter, was for a man.
My dad is a truck driver so mostly for the whole week, I do not get to see him very often. He wanted to talk to my mom, so she went to her bedroom and talk to her meanwhile my grandma, sister, cousin, and I was finishing up Bible studies. A few moments later, I just hear my mom saying “Call 911” to my dad. Then, five minutes later my aunt shows up in our door steps to take my mom somewhere. The second that my mother said “I be back” and kisses
I thought that Jonathan, Jennifer, and I would live in a house by our selves and that both my parents would visit us from their separate houses every now and then. Most people would think that I’m depressed, but I like to think of my parents’ divorce as something positive that has happened in my life.