Divorce

Some say time heals all wounds, and I would have to agree with them in some situations. When I was eight or nine, I went through something I thought I would never get over. My parents divorced.

They had been fighting for awhile, but I never thought that they would actually separate. Then the day after New Years my mom left. I was in shock. My older brother left with her. So

it was only my dad, younger brother, and me at the house now. My mom moved into a hotel for awhile, before finding an apartment. My older brother just moved out all together, he did not

want to deal with things.

It was very tense between everyone for a long time. My parents did not actually divorce

until a year after they separated. It was a bitter dispute. They fought for every little thing they could get. The fight became very expensive, forcing my dad to move my brother and I from

our large home in suburbia to an apartment in the city. My mom also moved but she moved

further away, in fact all the way down to Texas City from Dallas (where we used to live).

Not too long after that the custody battles started. I think this was what was hardest on

my brother and me. My mom was awarded custody first, forcing my brother and me to move

after being in a new school and all for only three months. After about a year and a couple

moves my dad was awarded custody. For the next few years my brother and me bounced from

house to house, new school to new school, having to start fresh each time. Finally after about

five years of fighting my parents came to a compromise. They separated my brother and me. I moved in with my dad in Houston, and my brother moved in with my mom in Dallas.

I have now lived with my dad for about three or four years. It was hard adjusting at first, but once I had life has become better. My brother took awhile to adjust also. My brother and me wish my parents had not separated us, because it took away some of our closeness. We usedto be the best of friends, but now it is more like we