Part 2
My story starts in 2nd grade. This was the time my parents got divorced. I didn’t know what it meant at that time, but quickly pieced it together. My mom left my dad on his birthday. I was 9 years old and the week before she left I helped her look for houses. I didn’t understand what she was doing and assumed she had already talked to my dad about what was happening. Assuming gets you nowhere. I was wrong. I found out information about their divorce years later. After the divorce my parents started living different lives. My mom’s bestfriend became the bar while my dad turned towards church. My dad, he was hurt, he was broken. He created a resentment for my mom and my mom and resentment towards my dad. This caused my younger brother and I to be put right in the middle of their issues. (My parents had split and even custody, where we were split during the week and continued to go to the same schools as we always had.) As summer rolled around before 3rd grade, I had picked up more on...