What I wrote about was my dad and 1st stepmom's divorce when I was nine, and the night they seperated. I was there, and it was the worst night of my life.
But like I said, putting it on paper healed what was left of the hurt.
I was around that age too when mine divorced. It was also the worst night of my life...I had to be taken to the Firefighter's station lol for some reason I couldn't breathe
I think I was really scared or something..Anyway, I just want to tell you to forget the past and move on
rejoice over the good moments and live life with no regrets
The worst part is that they thought I didn't know what was going on. My dad told my stepmom he was leaving for a while (I heard it all, me and my half sister were in the other room) and she said, ''What will you tell the girls?'' All he said was, ''We're going to visit some friends. They'll be fine.''
What's weird i that I don't remmber what happened the day after, really. I remember waking up, and breakfast, but nothing of the rest of the day.