• Has anyone here ever had their parents divorced? I think my parents are about to.
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My parents got divorced when I was 8 or so. When my Mom and Dad sat me and my older brother down telling us that "Mommy's going to take a little vacation" I immediately asked "You aren't going to get a divorce, are you?" (I was a pretty smart young'n). And after that, we all started b'awwwing because we all knew this was going to happen because my parents would yell at each other frequently. Sure, it seemed terrible at the time, but their divorce really was for the best because my Mom could do more without my Dad's paranoia constantly asking questions about what my Mom is doing at all time. And my Dad could get a focus of what he had (he was cheating) and at first he was bitter and resentful to my Mom and that's when I started to drift away from him and stuck up for my Mom. He eventually saw that I started to detest him for telling my brother and sister that our Mom was talking to another man and that's what ruined our family. He was feeding us bullshit, and I called him out on it and now he's trying to win us back by not talking about the problem, and instead offering us to go places and hang out and not talk about anything. My mom has done so much better without him as well, so sometimes divorces can be a good thing. Sorry if I've dragged on too long, just felt like sharing a piece of my life with FacePunch.
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My parents would get divorced, but fuck there's not even fucking money for that shit. [editline]12:35AM[/editline] Whenever they fight(Which is like every fucking day) I just go take a long ass walk by myself or with my friends.
[QUOTE=SkinkYEA;22235845] My parents have been together for 17 years. They never divorced, never will.[/QUOTE] My parents divorced after a 24 year marriage.
My Parents divorced, it's great, my dad spoils me and my mother spoils me. I get essentially 2 birthdays and 2 Christmas'.
Parents divorced when I was 10 or 12-ish, I think. Can't remember specifically, I was too young to remember well, and it wasn't one of those situations I'd really [i]want[/i] to remember. Lots of fighting, yelling, slamming doors. Y'know, the usual. It revolved around a main theme related to my dad (not divulging information to FP), though there were undertones of potential past affairs with an old friend/coworker on the side. Dad moved back to his old town (15 minutes away, so not that bad), where I ended up living every other day. It was a bit of a stress to constantly drive back and forth (be it by means of my parents, or myself once I got my license). I grew a habit of living in my car more-so than my bedrooms because it was the one thing that was with me no matter what happened. It would constantly (and still does) fill with fast food bags and pop cans because I spent as much time away from home and home as possible. When I WAS home, I hated my bedrooms, they didn't feel welcoming anymore. I then grew a habit of sleeping on floors, couches, sitting up in office chairs, or just plain not sleeping. After 7 years in his new house, my dad slowly but surely fell into financial trouble and couldn't afford to live there anymore, despite being retardedly cheap for an actual house... despite the area. I got shot at on my front sidewalk once. Also, that damned squirrel would bomb me with acorn husks. Anyways, he bartered with my mom and they came up with a solution. Finish the basement to our big house, and he 'rents' that. Sitcom antics ensue, but mostly more arguing and slamming doors. After several years of slowly making ends meet again, Six Flags Great America, for whom he's worked as the Electronics and Engineering Supervisor for near 25 years, designing the entire park's sound system, a ride g-force testing system, doing countless amounts of improvements to systems for rides such as the (now gone) shockwave, that allowed the german-designed "check engine" style system to actually communicate which part of the ride was having issues... the new management dropped him because his position (elec/eng supervisor) wasn't in any of the other six flags parks and they were doing "fine". They didn't stop to look at the safety history of the things he'd fix if he were at the other parks. Some may remember SF:kentucky kingdom's recent debaucle with their giant drop ride, where a cable came loose, whipped around, and took off both feet of a girl on the ride. THAT was HIS responsibility to ensure the ride was maintained, and he KNEW that park was ordering third-party cables and hadn't replaced them in 6 fucking years. ...I digress. They dropped him, and now all we have is his low-paying college professor job, and our home business, to which I'm trying as hard as I possibly can to help keep afloat right now, which has meant that I've not gone to a college other than the local community college so I can stay with the business, and even at that I barely have the time to pick off two classes per semester because of how much I've been doing just to have enough to eat. My mom is still collecting 'child support' checks after all this time (even though I'm 22 and my sister is almost 17), still living in this big house, buying nice things. My Dad recently filed for bankruptcy because he hasn't had any money for a long while now, thanks to my mom's relentless pursuit of payments and threads of kicking out, expensive legal action, etc if he didn't. Tomorrow morning I'm helping my dad move the contents of his old house out from the garage into a storage unit so he can move into a motel for a few months while he saves up some money, resolve the child support issue (I've not seen a lick of that money go towards me or my sister at all, minus the occasional health-freak meal), and hopefully get back onto level ground with a few other issues. I've been trying desperately as of late to find myself a nice paying job, since the amount of work I put in with the home business ends up equating to wages befitting chinese slave-labor. That way I can get out of this house and into my own apartment (intended to do that for a while now), so I can break off the dependant loophole for the child support, start a real living and a career, and have some left over money to help my dad get by. ...all because my mom is paranoid and couldn't live with the doubts she instilled in herself all those years ago.
Mine have been divorced since I can remember. It fucks you up. Everything is fine now though, they are both happy with their new lives and so am I. [editline]03:47AM[/editline] Good Luck OP!
[QUOTE=Redsun;22269434]Foolish.[/QUOTE] Well they said, "Love untill the end" so if they decide to break up I find them complete idiots and until they realize this fuck em
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