Life having divorced parents!

Life having divorced parents

How do I explain how tired I am

How do I tell them that I want things to back to the way it was

Each parent wants you at their house

How do I split myself into two?

They never stop talking about the faults of each other

All I want to do is cut my ears off

How do I explain how tired I am?

When they’re not even ready to listen to me

But I thought you guys remarried so you could forget about each other and live a better life

But I guess you guys lied

Because do you ever stop talking about each other

I honestly wish I didn’t have to stay with anyone of them

They never realize how tiring it is

The memories of that fateful day still lingered in my mind like a dark cloud. It was the day my parents decided to go their separate ways, leaving my brother and me to navigate the uncharted waters of a broken home.

I was 12 years old when my parents' marriage began to unravel. The fights, the screams, and the tears became a familiar soundtrack to our lives. My brother, who was only 9 at the time, didn't fully understand what was happening, but I did. I knew that our family was falling apart, and it felt like my whole world was crumbling.

The day of the divorce was a blur of emotions. I remember my parents sitting us down in the living room, their faces somber and their voices trembling. They explained that they had grown apart and could no longer live together. My brother and I were shocked, unsure of what to say or do.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, our lives became a series of adjustments. My mom moved into a new apartment, while my dad stayed in our old house. My brother and I would spend weekends with Dad and weekdays with Mom. It was a strange and awkward arrangement, but we made it work.

As I navigated the challenges of a divorced family, I learned some valuable lessons. I learned to be resilient, to adapt to new situations, and to communicate effectively with both parents. I learned to appreciate the unique qualities of each parent and to cherish the time I spent with each of them.

But despite the lessons learned, the pain of the divorce still lingered. I struggled with feelings of guilt, wondering if I could have done something to prevent the breakup. I felt like I was living in two separate worlds, caught between two parents who couldn't be in the same room together.

As the years went by, I began to realize that my parents' divorce wasn't a failure. It was a new beginning, a chance for each of them to start over and find happiness in their own way. And it was a chance for me to learn and grow, to become a stronger and more compassionate person.

I looked back on that fateful day, and I realized that it was a turning point in my life. It was a day that changed me, shaped me, and helped me become the person I am today. And for that, I am grateful.

All I can say is they never actually know the implications their actions have on their children and they do not bother to even check if we’re doing well and then when you bring it up, they make it seem like you don’t care about their feelings knowing fully well it’s the other way round.

It will be wel by God’s grace.