this is 100% vent, don't read if
you don't want to.. it's 100% personally me.
As I sit here, watching my parents start going through the
official divorce papers it hurts so bad I can't even
begin to put it to words. It's like one seconds we were a
happy, peacful family then the next I had two houses and my
parnets were in relations ships of their own. They had warned
me and my brother about this. It started with them sleeping
in separate beds. My mom started finding a town house near
where we lived, so my brother and I didn't have to start
over. While my dad worked on getting our hosue sold. After
three months of staying at my grandparents he finally found a
town house of his own, 20 minutes away from where our lives
were. Of course at the begining i refused to go past my
house, being scared that I'd break down into tears.. I
eventually did. It was hard, seeing another family in the
house I grew up in. In the house that held most of the
memories of my life. I have made new memories where I live
now but i grew up in that house, and I knew every single inch
of it by heart. I enventually moved on, since it has been a
year since we moved. Because of where we live, my parents
have to not live in the same house for a year to file a
divorce. That year is past up and the papers are almost
signed, but I always wonder what life would be like if my mom
did warn us, in any way. If she just got up and left my dad,
brother, and me for a year so that the divorce could
file and we could continue to live out our lives in the same
house, without her. I have now noticed she would never
do that to me or my brother, but it took way too long to see
it. I admit, the divorce has been hard. From having the tell
all my friends why they had to come to a different house
during the weekends, or why I moved out of my old house.
Those months when everything was happening was hard. but now
I'm here, typing this now. It think it's better
for my familt this way. They're both happy now.
that big change influenced other in my life. The people who
left sure are gone, and I don't regret letting them go. I
have the people in my life that matter most to me, and
that's all that matters. I hope this didn't do
anything to affect anyone's view on my for the worse, I
just hope someone sees me as a lot stronger than I seem to be
on the outside. Thank you for reading if you did, but I'm
finally a teenager since yesterday. I'm so past sick of
being a kid. i'm having my bat mitzvah soon and I hope
that help the process of become more mature in a sense.
I'm praying that 8th grade will be better than 7th. I
have a feeling it will be. Thank you to everyone who's
stayed by me, from my parents, to my best friends Baylee,
Laura and Riley. Thank you to everyone but I finally feel
accepted, I finally feel like me.