I was eight when my parents got divorced, and I’ve been broken ever since
One of the most difficult decisions my brother and I had to make was choosing between our mother and father.
Initially, I used to think that the divorce made me a stronger person. PHOTO: TWITTER
We all come into this world pure and innocent; unknowing of its harsh realities. We do not know of pain, of grief, of anything really. Our worlds revolve around our parents and when they decide to part ways, our entire world is torn apart.
I still don’t understand.
It’s been 16 years since my parents got divorced; 16 years of unanswered questions. I was only eight-years-old when it happened, I was just a child, but still, I was expected to act mature and more sensible than a child my age should ever asked to be.
My brother on the other hand, was only four-years-old and he couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on. I was expected to make decisions, decisions I didn’t know that children could make. I decided to live with my mother because I was more attached to her while my brother stayed with my dad because he somehow convinced him to.
For the longest time, I remembered being displaced and not knowing what to call home. I remember the uncountable trips to court so vividly – all of it. Looking back at everything that happened, I now realise how terrible a time it was for my parents, and for us.
Even today, I get teary eyed when I think of what my mother and brother went through. They have suffered more than I can even imagine. It was almost impossible for them to even see each other and separating a mother from her child is never okay.
I can still picture my brother’s face when he would cry because of how much he missed our mother. His small face would grow thin, his eyes would twinkle with tears, and the only thing I could do was comfort him, yet I wasn’t the one he wanted to be comforted by. After countless trips to court, the judge passed an order which allowed my brother to live with us for 15 days and with my father for the other 15. My mother opted otherwise, in order to keep my brother’s sanity intact. She knew he couldn’t handle moving back and forth, so she sacrificed what was most important to her for his well-being.
Initially, I used to think that the divorce made me a stronger person. I thought about all that it had taught me; how to deal with situations more sensibly, how to be more mature and how to look after myself.
Somehow, I’ve realised that strength was not the only thing it left me with. It changed my perception on so many things in life but one thing that it left me with was fear; fear of the unknown and that innocence I once had is something I can never get back.
I know that I was made to grow up early and that a lot of my childhood was taken away from me. And till today, I still feel the need to constantly be with my brother, just like I did when we were growing up; I still feel like I need my father to be there for my achievements, I still long for the family time I never got but I was witness to in households around me. I still want my mother to be happy, even if it for a fleeting moment, I know she deserves a life that is better.
It’s not easy coming from a broken family; it doesn’t affect you physically as much as it does mentally. You ultimately move on and learn to accept your reality but there are some things that remain abandoned until one day, when they come out in the shape of something you never expected.
There are so many people out there who rush into marriage based on impulsive decisions, sometimes not even considering a future with children. It’s a completely different story when a marriage involves only two people because they are old enough to face the music. The problem arises when there are children in the picture. There have been various cases where people have children out of family or societal pressure, and they are not ready for them mentally, physically or financially.
Many a times, children from broken homes end up becoming adults with broken spirits, they tend to lose hope and if it’s one thing that children need, it is the hope that things will eventually get better. Trust me when I say this, it is not a small thing. Having a child is a huge responsibility, and it is a big deal. To raise a good, and by good I mean a mentally stable person, is more than necessary in the society we live in.
One of the most difficult decisions I had to make was choosing between my mother and father, because it does become a question of choosing one over the other. The guilt lingers on, it may fade into the back of your mind, but it’s always there – ready to haunt you when you least think of it.
Children, consciously and unconsciously, follow in the footsteps of their parents no matter what they’re taught verbally, at the end of the day they will follow actions.
I’m not saying that every child from a broken home turns into a disturbed adult, but most of them do and that’s enough for parents to be a little more careful.
I still don’t understand.
It’s been 16 years since my parents got divorced; 16 years of unanswered questions. I was only eight-years-old when it happened, I was just a child, but still, I was expected to act mature and more sensible than a child my age should ever asked to be.
My brother on the other hand, was only four-years-old and he couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on. I was expected to make decisions, decisions I didn’t know that children could make. I decided to live with my mother because I was more attached to her while my brother stayed with my dad because he somehow convinced him to.
For the longest time, I remembered being displaced and not knowing what to call home. I remember the uncountable trips to court so vividly – all of it. Looking back at everything that happened, I now realise how terrible a time it was for my parents, and for us.
Even today, I get teary eyed when I think of what my mother and brother went through. They have suffered more than I can even imagine. It was almost impossible for them to even see each other and separating a mother from her child is never okay.
I can still picture my brother’s face when he would cry because of how much he missed our mother. His small face would grow thin, his eyes would twinkle with tears, and the only thing I could do was comfort him, yet I wasn’t the one he wanted to be comforted by. After countless trips to court, the judge passed an order which allowed my brother to live with us for 15 days and with my father for the other 15. My mother opted otherwise, in order to keep my brother’s sanity intact. She knew he couldn’t handle moving back and forth, so she sacrificed what was most important to her for his well-being.
Initially, I used to think that the divorce made me a stronger person. I thought about all that it had taught me; how to deal with situations more sensibly, how to be more mature and how to look after myself.
Somehow, I’ve realised that strength was not the only thing it left me with. It changed my perception on so many things in life but one thing that it left me with was fear; fear of the unknown and that innocence I once had is something I can never get back.
I know that I was made to grow up early and that a lot of my childhood was taken away from me. And till today, I still feel the need to constantly be with my brother, just like I did when we were growing up; I still feel like I need my father to be there for my achievements, I still long for the family time I never got but I was witness to in households around me. I still want my mother to be happy, even if it for a fleeting moment, I know she deserves a life that is better.
It’s not easy coming from a broken family; it doesn’t affect you physically as much as it does mentally. You ultimately move on and learn to accept your reality but there are some things that remain abandoned until one day, when they come out in the shape of something you never expected.
There are so many people out there who rush into marriage based on impulsive decisions, sometimes not even considering a future with children. It’s a completely different story when a marriage involves only two people because they are old enough to face the music. The problem arises when there are children in the picture. There have been various cases where people have children out of family or societal pressure, and they are not ready for them mentally, physically or financially.
Many a times, children from broken homes end up becoming adults with broken spirits, they tend to lose hope and if it’s one thing that children need, it is the hope that things will eventually get better. Trust me when I say this, it is not a small thing. Having a child is a huge responsibility, and it is a big deal. To raise a good, and by good I mean a mentally stable person, is more than necessary in the society we live in.
One of the most difficult decisions I had to make was choosing between my mother and father, because it does become a question of choosing one over the other. The guilt lingers on, it may fade into the back of your mind, but it’s always there – ready to haunt you when you least think of it.
Children, consciously and unconsciously, follow in the footsteps of their parents no matter what they’re taught verbally, at the end of the day they will follow actions.
I’m not saying that every child from a broken home turns into a disturbed adult, but most of them do and that’s enough for parents to be a little more careful.