Girl Talk

When I was thirteen years old, my parents got divorced. I will never forget the day I found out the horrible news. My mom and I were traveling to Little Rock to visit my grandparents. I didn't find this unusual, because we always made trips just the two of us. She always called it our "girl time". I never realized that "girl time" was the majority of the time. In my naive mind, all families behaved this way. Our family was perfectly happy. I had no idea my view of the world was about to change in this two hour trip. My mom told me the news in the car. I hated that she told me this way, and to this day, I wish I had been told differently. She told me they were getting divorced, and they just weren't happy. Nothing could be done to change this. I sat in the car and stared out the window, trying to let the news sink in and realize I was not dreaming. I didn't want to cry because I have always hated to cry in front of other people, especially when they are the reason. I wanted to get away and be by myself for awhile, but I couldn't. I was stuck in the car with her, forced to talk about this new development in my life. I asked few questions, mostly in shock. I changed the subject and became very upset if she tried to bring it up again. I never did ask many questions through the whole divorce process. As the years have gone by, I have put little things together and realized some of the problems in my parents relationship. However, I am still unsure of the whole story and probably will continue to be mystified. Ignorance is bliss.