If you saw my family sitting together at a restaurant, you would say to yourself," now there is a nice looking family." Everyone says so. Although underneath it all is what you really don't see. I was blind to it myself until it was brought to my attention. Two people that were destined to be together from the start are just falling apart more and more everyday. Walking into my house ten years ago you would smell whatever was cooking on the stove, the fireplace burning in the living room, or Dads" cologne when he walks from his bedroom. Now, it's just a stale smell from an old house. It's like no one is even living within the walls of the English tutor home. No love between the two people that made everything what it is today. .
It was a major change for all of us to move here from New York. It seemed like the "in thing" was parents getting a divorce. We felt like a minority moving here because our parents were still together. My sister and I would listen to our friends and how difficult it is for them to be fair and see each parent every other week. All we could think to ourselves was, "thank God that is never going to happen to us." Well it wasn't until the middle of my sophomore year that it was brought to my attention by my dad that things weren't going all that great, and that in fact they hadn't been for quit some time now. I remember standing in our hot muggy garage as he was telling me this. Perspiration was melting off both our faces. I"m not sure if I was angry or scared; but I knew my Dad was trying to hold back his tears. Everything that meant the most that day just went from the top to the bottom of the list.
One thing that was different from all of the other families that go through this is that my parents tried very hard to put things back together. They went to counseling and little get-aways. Again, my sister and I thought that things were going good between them.