The Effects of Divorce

What do you do when you’re stuck in a life that you just want to jump out of? Who can you trust with all your pain? At the age of seven it’s hard to tell. Dad and mom got married, had me, then my brother. The yelling, the broken glass it all started to erupt immediately. Mom and dad argued for hours at at time, i held my brother crying, telling him it was okay, and they were practicing for a family play. I closed my eyes hoping for this to end, for this to be just a terrible dream.

When Dad moved out, we had no where to go. We ended up moving into this strange man’s house, who seemed to be quite fond of my mother. I remember lying on his couch, headphones blasting, crying myself to sleep every single night. I did that for about three weeks, nonstop. No one knew the pain I was going through. I had no one to talk to, no one to comfort me, not even Dad.                                                                                                                                                                            

Every other weekend, i got yelled at, not because I did something wrong, but because of the “sick” man I was living with now. I was told not to like him and not to listen to one word that came out of his mouth. I was sick of it. I remember yelling at my dad, “He’s cool! You dont understand, I like him dad!”. Thats when it happened. A wack across my face, he sat me outside in the dark and told me to walk home to my “favorite dad”. I was overly humiliated. I sat behind a green bush, afraid of wondering eyes, and I sat there in pain, totally confused in what he was doing to me. Did he not want me anymore? Should i have kept that to myself? I started growing resentment towards him, a strong hate. I had no idea what to do, what to feel.