Finally Divorce

What’s the stat? 50% of happy blushing couples end up in bitter divorce, right?

So…there’s prospects of a divorce, finally. For my parents. After 15 miserable years. She becomes increasingly self-absorbed, clingy, needy, sensitive. He becomes withdrawn, detached, bitter. He falls in love with another local woman, bubbly, blonde, a book-lover, confident, independent. I half-guessed that my dad was swirling around with someone else. It was inevitable.

It was wrong, yes, but I can’t blame him. My mother isn’t easy to live with. Actually, it’s pure hell. Don’t get me wrong, I do love her – many good traits, etc – but my mom and my dad should have never married. Quietly married at a courthouse, November 1999, one month pregnant with yours truly. Signing their names on the god-damned dotted line of overdue bills, rusty old minivans, a B.S. factory job for him, five babies for her, endless meltdowns, frequent week-long stays at Grandma’s. Teeth grinding, shower scum, arguments over her bogus expensive health-supplement shake program. Screaming, concerned neighbors, threats.

Today, my four brothers and I…we have issues. 3/5 byproducts of that bullshit “marriage” have wound up in the hospital for mental concerns.

Sorry for the rant. Funnily, my breakdown, my brief stay at the hospital, finally pushed them over the edge. Maybe they’ll finally split.