So it finally happened. My parents finally got around to announcing what we all knew was coming. Is it strange that I still burst into tear? It is odd that, considering I knew it was coming, my heart still pounded against my chest, leaving me feeling as though I had just sprinted across China. Twice.
I know it is for the best but the finality of it still shocked me. Does it make me an awful person to admit that, in a weird way, I am relieved? My parents deserve happiness. They have scarified so much for my brother and me. I can only hope that everything will work out for the best and that we will all be happy in the end.
I would be lying if I told you that I am taking this all in my stride. My world has been turned upside down and there is nothing I can do about it. I cant stop my dad from moving out. I cant help that I feel it is my duty to care for my brother. I cant ignore the fact that responsibly is knocking on my door and paying for my studies and a new mode of transport is more important than going over seas. It breaks my heart, really.
I used to take much delight in bragging about the fact that my parents were still married. It is a rare phenomenon nowadays. That little girl that is still very much alive inside of me is crying out. She is being forced to face reality and grow up a little sooner than planned. Thank goodness that little girl is very strong and thank goodness she has the most wonderful brother and friends to help flip her world the right way round. I know she will get through this. I know everyone involved will.
It is just going to be a little awkies when the parents introduce there new love interests to my brother and me. It seems a tad backwards, don’t you think?
But, shit happens. Divorce is a bitch. And life goes on.
Just like sang by the lovely Elsa:
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
what they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway
May many good things come from this tragedy.