It's not easy for some people to talk about their parents divorcing, and for some it is not even something they can remember; but for me I remember it like it was yesterday. That day, that my dad left and never was to return seemed so strange to me at the age of 10 and I just couldn't grasp the concept of a divorce. Of course my mother, sister, and myself were distraught and confused as to why he made the decision to leave, but at that point there was nothing we could do to change the fact he was not returning.
It was the beginning of the school year when he left, and my sister being younger than me she needed a father figure in her life. I assumed the position at that time to protect her and to help provide anything she needed. To this day I continue to protect her and give her words of advice as she battles through bullying though the final years of high school.
To this day nobody that i talk to understands the level of dismay a divorce puts upon a family. Everyone learns how to be responsible for things in their life, some sooner than others; for me I was one of the ones who learned familial responsibility pretty fast. The day my father left changed me as a person, both in the way how I treat people and also the decisions I make. I have sworn since that day to not become like him after experiencing first-hand what poor treatment to loved ones does both physically and emotionally.
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