by JETZcorp » Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:23 am
My parents divorced when I was 15. The day my mom told me, it was pretty traumatic but really problem-free after that point. As I found out later, my dad basically took the divorce in the legal and financial ass to keep things peaceful and without conflict over money. No one could believe the sacrifices he made to keep things civil, and he's not exactly a rich man today, partially as a result of this. Since it's happened, my mom re-married to a salesman. By the way, if you ever get the chance to marry a salesperson, don't do it! It's miserable! The man claims to have a degree in engineering, yet when he tells me that putting the TV on pause will permanently freeze the image on-screen after 10 minutes, and I don't believe him, he gets fucking pissed! By contrast, my biological father, who never went to college and had to repeat 3rd grade, totally understands the skeptical position I hold on just about everything. The fact that one makes $14 an hour and the other can afford a 7-day Caribbean cruise every year seems criminal.
Anyway, back on topic, the divorce itself wasn't very traumatic for me. A little while after it happened, my dog died and that tore me up for a week. I almost felt like a bad person, caring more for my dog than my parents, but then, neither of my parents had died. Interestingly, since the whole divorce thing, my dad and I have become best friends. In terms of our relationship, it's probably the best thing that's happened yet. Weird life, eh?

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