Child of Divorce

My parents divorced when I was 12. In 1983 that was becoming an increasingly common experience, but that didn’t make it any less devastating for me. All order in my life was disrupted. Schedules changed. New people came in and out. Heroes became villains.My mom left my dad for another woman. She had never been happy in her marriage with my father. They had only married because she was pregnant with me and she spent eleven long years trying to make a mistake work. Finally she’d had enough. Becky came into her life and offered her her something my father… Read More »