Consequence of Divorce
...the week for school and with my dad on weekends. The hardest part of the situation was no longer were we able to sit in anticipation for dad to come home from work to show him all our good grades from school. We were not able to spend a Saturday afternoon with all our toys at mom’s house. And most of all, we were not able to give both of them a good night kiss every night. We knew both parents wanted us to live with them and it became evident that a battle for custody was going to take place. I remember the morning of court like it was yesterday. I had never felt so empty and scared any other day of my life. I was crying consistently because I knew I wanted to stay and live with my mom. My sister was upset because she felt as if she had to make a choice. Our parents were creating turmoil in our lives without even realizing it. Mom and dad constantly asked each of us who we wanted to live with or which parent treated them better. It was almost like they wanted us to say we loved one more than the other. I felt like life was so unfair. I just wanted to go to sleep not wake up until our family was happy and back together. The verdict came in, and the judge ordered complete custody of my sister and me to my mom. We were ordered to stay with my father every other weekend. This was shocking news because we were only allowed to see our father four days out of a month. My dad was devastated and felt like he was treated unfairly by the court system. He went into a depression and began drinking to drown his sorrows. He pulled away from everyone including his own kids. At one point, we went almost 3 months without ever hearing a word from him. My mom pulled away from her entire family and began going out all the time often leaving my sister and I to defend for ourselves. She dated several different guys every week and refused to see that the men she chose were bad decisions. We felt like we were all alone in a big world. After about four years, mom and dad started to get their lives back together and finally gave us the attention we needed. Dad would pick us up like the court ordered, and mom spent some much needed time with us. We finally felt like someone was there to love and support us. The only lingering problem with them being divorced was they were still unable to get along for even a short period of time. They took turns participating in events throughout our adolescent years. We were still dropped off and picked up by someone other then mom or dad. Soon, all this would change and our li...