If your Marriage sucks, get divorced! Obviously.
At 2 years old, my parents divorced due to my Dad’s realizations that he was homosexual. From that point on, my sister and I were raised entirely by my mother, and my father moved two hours south to begin a new chapter of self-discovery. Of course, with me beginning my cognitive years, I was far too young to understand the impact of a divorce on a family. The amount of stress & confusion my mother must have felt during that time would be enough to break the average soul, and when time proved that it would not break her, she turned into one of the strongest human beings I’ve ever known. She handled the divorce and my dad’s outing seemingly coolly like Jackie Chan would handle 700 enemies with ease. She is now happily married to someone she has been seeing for over 15 years. My mother got full-custody after the divorce, and my sister and I lived a relatively normal life growing up in a small town in northern Maine. My mom made her living by being a social worker. Every ...
