Thank God It’s Over: A Child’s Story

One Child’s Tale of Growing up in a Divorced Home

By Anonymous

When Dr. Shulman first approached me to write this article I was flooded with many different thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Do I really want to relive this terror? How will this help me in the future? What’s in the past is the past!

As I started to think about my task, I must admit that part of me was also kind of intrigued about writing this article because I wanted to share my story. However, I wasn’t really sure what to write about or even how to start. The only thing that I knew for sure was that in my case, divorce was the best choice and that’s why I titled this article, “Thank God It’s Over”.

I was four when I found out that my parents were getting a divorce, so I don’t remember many the events around the divorce. What I do remember was all of their fights, screaming matches, name-calling, door slamming, seeing my mother cry, seeing my father leave for days at a time, and the threats between the two of them whenever they were together.

Now I’m a 28-year-old happily married mother of two children, and it still bothers me to see the two of them together. Both parents remain an active part of my and my family’s life, but when they’re together they are like oil and water.

One event that stands sharp in my mind was having them both stay at my house during my daughter’s Christening. The weekend started off very civil and cordial. They both were talking to each other and cooing over my daughter. In fact, they even went out to dinner together to catch up on old times.

As the night progressed, my father made some snide and disrespectful comments to my mother, who of course had to retaliate the like. Well one thing led to another, and before the night was through doors were slamming, vocabulary thrown around (which I’m choosing not to repeat), then finally I heard my father say, “I LEAVING!!!!!!”

Like I said thank god it’s over. I could only imagine what my life would have been like had they stayed together “for me”.

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