by Stephan Jenson

Created on: May 12, 2008

I truly feel that adults in divorce have know glue of the effects on children.I can remember this very day the day my mother left, I was about five years of age and I can tell you the color of her suitcase,what she had in her hair the color of the car she got into, because I ran after her begging and crying for her not to go. It's a shame because I have two brothers and a sister, and I can't remember us all being together under the same roof, I can tell you of all the fights,broken glass,the alcohol bottles being thrown, the blood,the police those I can discuss I don't even remember a Christmas and getting gifts I'm sure there must have been it's just the other stuff was to over whelming. I stayed with my grandmother, my older brother and sister stayed with my mother and my younger brother stayed with my father. It really is quite remarkable how young kids adapt to situations, unfortunately it is the adults that have a great effect on the adapting part, you see they never let us forget who did what. When I was young it was the constant remarks the bad language used to describe my father or mother, I didn't understand the words,I was too young I didn't have to,it was in the tone of the voice that was the give away.It was also the kids at school who were told not to play with me because I came from a broken family,even though I had nothing to do with my parents choices.I could never understand how my mother or my father could stand there in front of me and tell me just how bad the other one was, I had no glue of what they were saying what they did to each other they didn't do to me,but it effected me, but how could they not as my mother would say bad things about my dad it hurt like hell, it was my dad, and the same when my dad would say something it was my mother all I knew was that I loved them and what they were saying was just hurting my feelings,and the two people I loved the most were hurting each other, it was like they wanted some type of input from a five year old and it just continued through my life.I swear I sometimes think it was like a contest to see who could convince me of who was right or wrong,and neither one ever caught on that they were both wrong for doing what they did to my brothers,sister and me.I was the fortunate one though I got to live with my grandmother and my grand parents loved each other dearly, you could see it in the way they treated each other, I remember them sitting on the porch at night after dinner holding hands when they

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