Growing up in a household of divorced parents definitely made an impact on my childhood and adult life, my father was a very difficult man to love and continue a relationship with; you never know who someone is until you experience their downfalls and learn things about their past. You live, you love and eventually you learn. From early on I knew that something wasn't right in my world, of course we loved my parents, but behind closed doors it was obvious somethings weren't right. Drinking was a problem, going out was a problem, fighting was a problem. When you are young you do not understand things as you would as an adult. You have to learn to live with what is being handed to you and take away as much as you possibly can so you do not grow up being in the same kind of situation you grew up in. .
My father was my best friend, daddy's little girl, to say I loved him was an understatement. You do not figure out until you are a teenager what really happens or what happened to end your parent's relationship. I learned drinking on my father's part was a huge factor and adultery ended up causing the initial divorce. We were heartbroken, especially my sister. She grew up thinking my father was hers until her sixteenth birthday and my mom dropped the biggest bombshell on my family. She got pregnant when she was nineteen and never saw the man again. It came to the point of not even realizing the words "my father" would come out of my mouth when I was angry or upset. Who would imagine the damage it would cause to everyone surrounding our lives, it was devastating.
My mother and father would eventually remarry and seem to be in good places in their life. We accepted both our new parents as any child thinks they should. We would see our father on the weekends and as much as possible, his late wife Betsy was amazing. The older we got the better our relationship became. He was always very loving, kind and a special man.
