When My Parents Divorced
I was right in front of the fight that ended their marriage. It was a long time coming. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching SpongeBob I believe. My parents were standing in front of me, my mom on my left and my father on my right. I’m not sure what sparked the argument, but it went on and on and it escalated.
My father threatened my mother, so my mother threatened to call the cops. After some more arguing, my mother got ahold of the phone and made the call. An officer showed up at our house and took my father to jail for the night. The next day my father, his mother and his brother came to our house, grabbed my father’s stuff and he moved out. He moved in with his mother and lived there for quite a while.
I was about seven maybe eight and my brother was around four or five. The judge granted shared parenting. We lived with our mother and stayed with our father every other weekend. Then the judge granted my father more visitation time, so we would be at my fathers’ every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday until 7:30 p.m. as well as staying every other weekend and every other week in the summer.
Since my father did not get home until 4:30 ish and sometimes worked over, we went to our grandparents’ (my father’s parents) after school. My grandmother made dinner for us every time we were there, and you know grandmas, they never let you go hungry… She has a pool, a big yard, fourwheelers, a basketball hoop, we put our pool table there, game system and board games, my brother and I were hooked up.
I spent more time at my grandparent’s than at my father’s. I mean my father was never around anyway. A year ish after the divorce, my father’s father passed away. That was so hard and it changed everything. My grandpa, a.k.a Papal, didn’t put up with my father’s “behaviors”, but after he passed away, my father was a free man as he saw it.
The divorce process was long and ugly. It’s been about ten years I’m guessing since the divorce… my father doesn’t come around no more. But that’s okay because my mother, brother and I are doing just fine. As a kid you don’t fully understand what’s going on. The divorce was tough, but I never showed it. Life went on and it wasn’t the end of the world.
p.p.s. Let me know in the comments if you’d like to see more posts about how I managed my parents divorce and how you can help your child or children or yourself get through it.