by Leanne Rudd

Created on: November 11, 2009

parents should NOT stay married just for the fact that they have children. When I was younger and living at home, I can remember begging my mom to leave my dad. I was so tired of all the yelling and fighting that was going on inside our home. Looking in from the outside we looked like a happy healthy family, but what really was on the inside was a household that was already divorced. I have very fond memories of doing thing with my father as well as fond memories with my mother, but I can not remember hardly any memories of doing things with both my parents together. It leaves pain inside you that will never go away.

My parents are now divorced. They waited until my brother and I were grown and out of the house. They probably thought they were doing what was best for us, but in the long run, it just left us with the memories of the all the yelling. My mother was a very wonderful mother! She would find the time to make sure we were involved in any activity we wanted. She was at every football game and every cheerleading event with such a proud look on her face. My father was the best father I could have asked for! I was daddy's little girl. Anything I wanted I knew to go to daddy first because he would never turn me down. (Except for that scooter I wanted. He told me over and over, "I will not get you anything with two wheels and a motor.") My dad and I would just ride around and talk about nothing, but it was one of my favorite things to do - just to be with my daddy. I have all these memories with my parents individually, but I can only think of one thing of us all together. Christmas morning was the one thing we all did as a family. My brother and I would always be the first to jump out of bed and race to the living room. The tree was so full of lights and we was so full of joy at the sight of all the gifts wrapped up under the tree. We would all sit around the tree as we opened our gifts. After all the gifts were opened and we tore them out of the boxes and tried on our new clothes, we would all go our seperate ways. My mom, my brother and myself would load up into my mom's mini van with tons of gifts and food and head to my Nanny's house. My dad would stay at home, and that is where my Christmas memories with both my parents end.

I can remember waking up at five in the morning to the arguing over lost keys or a lost belt. I would just lay in my bed cry waiting for it to all stop. My parents never relized we would wake up to thier yelling. They were to

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