Dialogue an be powerful

February 28, 2008 chic7854

It is the summer before my senior year of high school and my mom is cleaning out the spare bedroom. I ask her why and she tells me that my parents are separating and that she will be sleeping in that room until the divorce is finalized. I found it weird that just sleeping in a different room could be considered separation because you are still living in the same house.

I ask her “Mom why are you moving all your stuff in here?”

“Mara it is something you will understand when you are older that when you settle you never get what you want.”

I look at her puzzled “What do you mean mom?”

“Don’t ever settle with love of life. you deserve so much more than that. I settled and that is why I am moving in here because I refuse to settle anymore. I don’t regret having you kids but I regret that I couldn’t have given you guys a better father.” The tears begin trickling down her face.

“It’s ok mom, I understand,” I say as run to give her a hug.

I don’t believe that I even understand now. As the months slowly pass by they are divorced before my 18^th birthday that January. Looking back at it now I see that it was so short a time but it felt like forever then.