My morning routine goes as follows: wake up, lie there for a couple of minutes, grab my phone when I have enough energy to move, turn on Pandora and listen to music for a little while.

Well, as you all know, Pandora plays songs randomly. But for the past six mornings, Pandora has begun my morning with one specific song, one very significant song for someone like me. Someone whose parents have been divorced her entire life.

Before you continue to read the article, familiarize yourself with the song.

"Sometimes mums and dads fall out of love
Sometimes the best intentions just ain't enough"

Things were frustrating as a young child. I didn't understand why my mommy and daddy had two different houses. I didn't understand why my friends' mommies and daddies were so happy and mine seemed to not really like one another. It was frustrating and confusing.

Obviously, as the years went on, the confusion turned into normalcy and my life became routine. There were many difficult obstacles I learned to overcome. One of the biggest was my label at the Catholic school I attended as a young child. They taught us that divorce was a sin and ungodly. I knew divorce was not a fun thing to experience, at least not from the perspective of a young child. I knew that my mom and dad were not bad people, but school made me feel like they had really done something wrong, something they should really have been ashamed of. Teachers and my peers, at times, spoke to me differently and treated me differently, this I remember specifically. I won't go into details because of the cruelty of some of the comments made to me as a young child, but I will say it was never an easy task being one of the few children of divorced parents in a Catholic school. But there was nothing wrong with me or my parents. I loved them and they loved me so very much, and although at the time certain people made that seem like it wasn't enough, it was all I needed.

I never resented my parents' divorce, I never thought that they didn't love me because of their divorce, and I knew for a fact that actually, divorce wasn't a curse; for me, divorce was a huge blessing.

Our society has become more accustomed to the idea of divorce since I was a little girl, but I am positive that we still label divorce as something awful.

As a 21-year-old female, it's hard to ever imagine getting a divorce, especially after living 21 years with divorced parents. A divorce is most definitely not something that I want to experience twice.

But looking back, my parents' divorce saved me.

It saved my innocence.

It saved my happiness.

It saved my love.

And most importantly,

It saved my sister and me.

I thank God every single day for the way my life played out, sure it may not have been the most ideal or the best at times, but it made me strong, adaptable, and resilient.

I am not mad at the kids whose houses I wasn't invited to because their parents didn't want to expose their child to me as if I was some infection that could be spread to their house.

I am not mad at the adults who made me feel like divorce was a sin, and that my mommy and daddy had betrayed God.

I am not mad at anyone who tried to discluded me or dubbed me toxic as if the divorce was my fault.

And I am not mad at my mom and dad for getting a divorce.

In fact, I owe a huge thank you to everyone I just mentioned above.

To the kids whose parents wouldn't allow me to come over to their house to play because I carried the infectious disease of "divorce,"

First of all, I am so sorry that because of preconceived conceptions of divorce, you and I weren't given the opportunity to become friends. But I would like to thank you because without you I wouldn't have the understanding of how important it was to be kind to everyone I would come in contact with. I understood at a very young age the feeling of being left out, but because I knew that feeling I understood how important it was to always include everyone. So thank you, without you, I wouldn't value being kind to all people regardless of their circumstances.

To the adults who made me feel like divorce was a sin and that my mom and dad had betrayed God,

I am sorry that you felt as if telling me these awful things as a young child was appropriate. But thank you for allowing me to look to God for guidance and forgiveness, even though there had been nothing done to be forgiven for. Your comments brought me closer to God and to prayer, so thank you very much. You taught me that the cruelness of some words can never be forgotten, but they can be forgiven and I forgive you.

To the people who wouldn't include me or dubbed me toxic because of my parents' divorce,

Thank you for teaching me how awful it felt to be constantly left out. When I switched from Catholic school to public school in 6th grade, for the first time in my life I wasn't different. I wasn't discluded. I was accepted and I felt loved. So, thank you for depriving me of those feelings, because once I felt them I appreciated them more than I had ever appreciated anything before.

But, most importantly, to my parents,

Thank you for making sure that, regardless of the divorce, you both came together to ensure that the well being of my sister and I was most important. Thank you for separately taking us on incredible vacations where we would see some of the most wonderful things this world has to offer. Thank you for your undivided love and affection. Thank you for not EVER making my sister and I feel like we missed out on anything. Thank you for doing what was best for our family. My unconditional love and appreciation is with the both of you now and forever.

"Sometimes mums and dads fall out of love
Sometimes two homes are better than one"