Mom or Dad

I chose my mother. My father is a worthless jerk.

I remember the day my parents decided to split up, I was only two years old, and I remember it so vividly in my mind. I was sitting in my booster seat and I was screaming for my favorite cereal, and while that was happening it was kind of chaotic because my parents were talking about divorce, I don't know why I remember that word so well, I didn't know what it meant, but I knew it was something big. It's weird, I have no other memories of my parents together, only their separation, so I have no idea what it was like for them to love each other, I can't remember that at all, so the only image I have of my once married parents together was when they were splitting. I love both of my parents, but because I am a woman I have more of a bond with my mother, and of course I grew up in her household and my father was the secondary home that I did not stay in very much, from being with my mother so long I am just closer to her.

That is a tough decision for any child to have to make. It would have been impossible for me. I might have chosen another family member instead of one of them.