My best friend asked me the other day;
Would you have rather had your parents divorced or have this
happen?
It wasn't the first time I asked myself this so I knew my
answer.
"I would rather my parents gotten divorced."
She asked me if she thought that would be better for me.
My next response was, "I don't care - even if he just left
us. He would still be alive.
Some parts of me believed for years that he was still alive,
actually.
That he was just in England or someplace magical.
But I knew that he wasn't at some point - because my father
wouldn't just ditch us."
In that moment, I think I saw her a little sad.
Sadness because she knew I was being sincere.