My parents are getting divorced. I won't say it never crossed my mind that it could happen. But I never really thought it would. I definitely didn't think it would happen the same year I got married.
For the most part, I think it's the best decision for them in their circumstances. But part of me (which I've been in denial about for the past couple of months) doesn't want this to happen. I want us to be happy again-- all of us.
I don't know what else to say about that.
I bought a car when I was 18 and for the past year it's been sitting in the driveway. My dad fixed it up and now we will be reunited. I'm flying to Kansas City this Sunday night and driving back to Knoxville with it early the next morning.
Imagine this 13 years crappier.
But I love it!
The best part about it is that it will end our chronic arguments about whether mopeds or motorcycles are better second forms of transportation.
(See, trying to avoid divorce at all costs.)