My parents met, got married and had me. I’m alive today and living a richer life than I ever could have imagined. I’ll always be grateful to them for giving me my greatest gift – life.
My parents got divorced. And I still feel a little sad, angry and hurt by that. I sometimes wonder if they wanted me when they didn’t want each other.
My family was broken. Now, I am voraciously protective of my own nuclear family. Everything that we can do together gets done together. When my son has hockey and it would be easier to stay home with my daughter and let my husband take him, we all go anyway. I can hardly stand to have us apart.
I learned that marriage didn’t necessarily mean forever. My own marriage is so central to my life that I don’t know if I could survive without it.
My parents both remarried. Twenty six years later, I have not one but two models of marriage to both look to and learn from.
My parents both had children with their new spouses. I have been blessed with yet another incredible gift – to watch five wonderful and interesting people grow into adults and come into their own in this world. And finally, finally we are beginning to have things in common. Finding common ground upon which to build our own relationships independent of our parents.
I felt like for years, I was surrounded by babies. And when becoming a parent myself, I felt rather comfortable with the whole idea. Like I had somehow been there before.
My parents were very busy with their new lives and new families. I am comfortable with being alone, feeling awkward and a little out of place. I am incredibly independent and unafraid.
My father moved away. I can’t help but feel like I missed out something really great by not having him present in my daily life growing up. I look at my children and wonder how he ever did it. I wonder how he felt about that.
I looked for love, acceptance and approval in all the wrong places. I value love and relationships above anything else but will no longer compromise who I am to get them.
Twice, I felt like I had to choose. I will never choose again. The choice will always be theirs.
I became lost. Oh so lost. I am now steadfast on my path. I’m not afraid to take a hard look at myself and make changes. I’m proud of who I’ve become.
I grew up as a child of divorce. I am resilient, vulnerable, strong, masked, fierce, scared, bold, shy and wise. I am me.
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