Sometimes I look at my past and I honestly wonder how the hell I ever turned out okay. My only answer I can come up with is God’s raining Amazing Grace.
I used to hate talking about my early childhood because I was embarrassed at how awful it was. My parents were constantly working and my brother seemed to think I was unworthy of his precious time and therefore never played with me… ever. So essentially, I spent most of my early school-age years playing in solace.
But something that I can recall growing up was constant bickering between my parents. I always thought it was normal for parents to fight so I never thought twice. It wasn’t until I was getting older and friends and family would comment about their outrageous verbal arguments that I finally took notice.
It’s recently hit me that my parents were never in love and never will be. They’ll never be happy together and honestly I really don’t think they’re even compatible to be friends. I never considered myself to be at risk for divorced parents but as of today, I would be fine with a divorce.