I havn't told anyone on the forums yet (with the exception of KL), but last Saturday morning I found out that, after tewnty years of marriage, my parents are splitting up. They just started arguing Saturday morning and I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying, just assuming it was another fight that would eventually pass over. Then my mom came into the living room and questioned: "Are you hearing this?" I thought she was just being a drama queen, so I said 'Yes' with a shrug and they went back to fighting. It wasn't until I really started paying attention that I heard them say something about splitting up.
Well, as it turns out, apparently they had been planning this week prior to this little soap opera, but they weren't going to officially seperate until after my first year of University. The reason it came out so soon was because my mom did something to piss off my dad, and he wanted to get back at her by announcing to my Grandparents (who were coming in that day) that they were getting a divorce then leaving. Well, anyways he left for work and I had to go to the university to help out with a play. He stayed at my aunt's house that night. Then, he came back Sunday.
It was really awkward to have him back at home. He slept on the couch while my mom slept upstairs. Then I guess Monday morning they had a talk and my dad said maybe they still had something and should go to marriage counseling, but my mom doesn't want to. It's official.
It's still really hard for me. My mom made it clear that she wants me to live with her, but I don't want to live with either of them. I hate them so much! They just shouldn't have gotten married in the first place. They weren't good for each other. I think my mom is going to make my dad leave soon, and it scares me because I don't know where he'll live, if he'll take our dog, or what will happen to my sister and I. I hate that I had to go through this so late in my life. Even though over 50% of North America's population goes through divorce, I feel like I'm from one of those broken homes. I hate this so much.
Any feedback or even stories of your own would be of great help to me.
Well, as it turns out, apparently they had been planning this week prior to this little soap opera, but they weren't going to officially seperate until after my first year of University. The reason it came out so soon was because my mom did something to piss off my dad, and he wanted to get back at her by announcing to my Grandparents (who were coming in that day) that they were getting a divorce then leaving. Well, anyways he left for work and I had to go to the university to help out with a play. He stayed at my aunt's house that night. Then, he came back Sunday.
It was really awkward to have him back at home. He slept on the couch while my mom slept upstairs. Then I guess Monday morning they had a talk and my dad said maybe they still had something and should go to marriage counseling, but my mom doesn't want to. It's official.
It's still really hard for me. My mom made it clear that she wants me to live with her, but I don't want to live with either of them. I hate them so much! They just shouldn't have gotten married in the first place. They weren't good for each other. I think my mom is going to make my dad leave soon, and it scares me because I don't know where he'll live, if he'll take our dog, or what will happen to my sister and I. I hate that I had to go through this so late in my life. Even though over 50% of North America's population goes through divorce, I feel like I'm from one of those broken homes. I hate this so much.
Any feedback or even stories of your own would be of great help to me.