Recently thoughts have pondered in my mind where I wondered what life would be life if something had been different. What if I went left instead of right? What if I left 5 minutes later than I did? What if I chose different people to be friends with? The biggest thought that has irked my mind the most however, is what if my parents never got divorced? What would life be like?
My mind imagines what my life could be like if my parents stayed together throughout my childhood; where would I be, who would I be, who would know me?
Right away the first thing that would be different would be my lack of siblings. My two half and two step sisters would not be in my life as they are now. My stepsisters would probably have a different stepsister or none at all. I wouldn’t have gotten through the things I’ve gone through without them and vice versa with their lives. My younger sisters would not be my younger half sisters because my dad would have never met my stepmom so that would be weird as well.
Another thing that would have been different was where I went to school. The private catholic school where I discovered my individuality would not have been a huge part of my life. I wouldn’t have found the friends I made, the teachers that inspired me or the religious aspect that has been a big part of my growth.
The thing that I’m probably most grateful for in my life is the fact that my parents got divorced at my young age of 12 months old. Why? Because I have four sisters I might not have had, I had an even bigger extended family. I had the opportunity to attend any school I wanted to and succeed as much as I possibly could at that school. I got two additional step-parents out of the divorce as well as more pets, more gifts on Christmas and my birthday, more sides of the conversation when I needed advice on tough situations and much ,much more!
So if my parents never got divorced, would I be where I am now? Would I be at the school I am at? Would I be as successful as I think I am? Would I be able to relate to a lot of those around me? Would I understand what it’s like to have two families? Would I have anymore siblings? Would I be the person I am today? I doubt it.
