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.
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