I just met a client who is of the same age as me. As i'm sitting in front of her, lookin into her eyes and trying to make sense of the pain and suffering that they have witnessed all these years, i can't help feeling sorry for all the things she could have been. if only...
Her parents separated and she was forced to stay with a relative who stopped her from going to school and made her do all the house hold chores while their own kids went to school. Typical Cinderella-syndrome.
And just as easily as that, i could have been her. Memories of my parents getting a divorce keeps flooding back to me and it must be the sign of what a good parent my mom is that i never once felt the pain and negative reactions of a broken family.
Divorces are ugly. I see that NOW. Especially when parents let their children suffer as a result of their choices. I'm grateful that i wasn't subjected to that.
And i'm thankful that i came out great and with my emotions and self worth intact. Not forgetting the memorable and eventful journey i've had growing up.
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