I was two years old when my parents got divorced. I remember my uncle coming with a U-Haul truck to Louisiana to collect us and our belongings. I wouldn’t let my uncle go from my grasp. I was confused about everything that was happening. We drove back to Florida and my mom decided that we would live at my grandparent’s house until we found a place of our own.
Five years past and we had moved into a mobile home up the hill from my grandparent’s house. My life was good. I had a stable and loving mother and caring grandparents. There was only one thing missing, a father.
Over the years I got to know my dad in spurts of one or two days. Gradually, the spans my brother and I spent with him got longer. I learned that he was always moving from house to house. It seemed like he didn’t keep a job for more than a year and a half. He never went to church. He always had a different woman around so it was hard for me to keep up. He never called us on Christmas or our birthdays to see how we were. It was almost like he didn’t care.
On the other hand, my mother always made sure we went to church and Sunday school, even if we had to go with my grandparents because she was sick or had other things to do. She had a stable job and made sure that she made enough to put food on the table and to cloth us. My mom was always at our soccer games and piano recitals even if it meant she was a little late.
My mom made sure she was always there for us because she knew that we only had one parent’s support. It meant a lot to me to have at least my mother there supporting me.
My grandparents also played a big part in raising us. They were always transporting us places from our doctor’s appointment to even school. It wouldn’t have been possible for my mom to do what she did if it weren’t for my grandparents.
I believe that everything worked out for the best. If my parents wouldn’t have gotten a divorce I would have been to 10 different schools by the time I reached high school. I wouldn’t have gotten to know my grandparents because I wouldn’t have lived next door to them. Finally, I wouldn’t have gotten to go to church to have that support too.
I am glad my life turned out the way it did. My life has always felt complete even though my dad wasn’t a big part of it. I know that my life worked out for the best. This I believe.
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