Being a child of divorce is something my mom fought very hard to prevent for my sister and I growing up. She did not want us to come from a broken home, a shattered past, a place we could not grow from.
Within the last few months, however, divorce has been something we have all been forced to face.
My father left. Walked out. Threw us all away like trash. And my mom finally had to do what was best for her, and for all of us.
This is something so new. None of us really know what we are doing. All we know is that the bad thing (my father) is slowly disappearing from our lives altogether.
I have always heard people say that divorce brings out the worst in people. And they were not wrong. I have seen my father go from someone I could respect, to a man I no longer know. Hell, I do not even know if I would call him a man.
What "man" throws away his family, cheats on his wife and rubs it in her face? What kind of "man" tells his children that he would do anything for them, and then does not even tell them he is in Michigan, 20 minutes from where they are staying? Some father right?
My mother, however, has fought so hard to keep this from destroying us. To be honest yes, divorce brings out the worst in people, but it also brings out the best. My mother has grown so much. She no longer depends on my father. She no longer hides herself. She has found her strength, her fight, her faith.
I know that things are not going to be easy these next few months, but I know between my faith in God and my mother's strength I will make it out alive. My father no longer has control. My mom sister and I have taken that from him, and it is the most satisfying feeling ever.
