The moment I heard the words, "Your Mother and I are getting divorced," my heart skipped a beat. It skipped a few, I am sure of it. It was the last thing in the entire world that I was expecting to hear and I was totally unprepared to grasp its true meaning. I didn't scream, I didn't cry, I stayed silent.
I was in shock. My body sat still but my heart was overloaded with emotion. Soon after, I entered into a stage of grief know as Denial. Although, at the time, it didn't seem like denial because my relatively tranquil life was suddenly exploding with unknowns.
Denial went something like this:
Denial went something like this:
This can't be happening, not to me. Not to my family. Maybe my parents didn't have the perfect marriage, but nothing terrible enough to merit divorce.
My Dad is simply having a mid-life crisis. He is crying out for help. He is having crazy thoughts but he will come down to earth eventually. He will realize that divorce is a huge mistake, I am positive.
My Mom will figure out a way to fix this situation. She can't be weak now, I won't let her, and together we will overcome these setbacks and create an even better family.
No, this is just a rough patch in life, but everything will turn out okay. My parents will be fine. Better than fine. Now that everything is out in the open, all their marital issues, everything that was held back for lack of communication over the years will help them develop an even healthier and happier marriage. So really, this is a good thing.
If I analyze the situation enough, rip every little detail to shreds and piece it back together coherently, my parents will see something they hadn't seen before and fall in love again.
My Dad is simply having a mid-life crisis. He is crying out for help. He is having crazy thoughts but he will come down to earth eventually. He will realize that divorce is a huge mistake, I am positive.
My Mom will figure out a way to fix this situation. She can't be weak now, I won't let her, and together we will overcome these setbacks and create an even better family.
No, this is just a rough patch in life, but everything will turn out okay. My parents will be fine. Better than fine. Now that everything is out in the open, all their marital issues, everything that was held back for lack of communication over the years will help them develop an even healthier and happier marriage. So really, this is a good thing.
If I analyze the situation enough, rip every little detail to shreds and piece it back together coherently, my parents will see something they hadn't seen before and fall in love again.
I fought the idea with my head hoping that I could will the situation away if only I squeezed my brain hard enough. My head was spinning in search of a solution. I was supposed to let my parents work out their own issues but I couldn’t control the urge to somehow find a way to take control of the situation and mend my broken family back together. I thought my parents just needed help. I felt sorry for them. Although, this all changed. As each week passed and my parents remained en route to divorce, I began to feel something uglier. I exited the land of denial and felt for the first time in my life, intense and uncontrollable anger.