Identity through Divorce

            
             People are often asked what has shaped them, how they were made into the person they are today. I know I can't even count how many times I have been asked that question, or even just thought about it. What in my life made me the person I am? Whether it's good or bad, there is always something: a person, a thing, an event. While there is not one definitive moment that made my identity obvious to me, there are specific moments that stand out that shaped me into the person I am. The one I think of first is my parents" divorce. Although most people would say this is a bad thing to think of, and, in some ways it is, a lot of good came out of it.
             I remember they used to fight a lot, although now it's more vague, I can still hear them yelling the way they used to when I think about it. In the beginning, their fights were not bad, and I was never really there to hear them. I was an adventurous girl always outside, climbing the enormous oak trees in front of our little house or playing with insects and other small animals I could catch. I usually would come in covered in dirt with a smile on my face and they would forget they had been fighting. A look of happiness would overcome my mother's face and she would whisk me away to the bath to listen attentively to my daily adventures. I was too young to understand the severity of their arguments when I was younger, but when they got more serious my mother was always honest with me. "Why do you and daddy fight all the time?" I would inquisitively say. I was never scared to ask her, and I knew she would always tell me the truth.
             "Daddy and I aren't getting along as well as we used to sweetie, but you know it has nothing to do with you and your sister. We both still love you." she would reply.
             I despised to see them fight, so when my mom told me they were getting divorced, I understood. She had been so honest with me and so it seemed like the right thing for them to do.