I thought news of my parents getting divorced would have shocked me more. I mean, if I was 10 or 15 or 20 years younger I would have had a different perspective, just as I’m sure I would feel differently about it if I was 34 instead of 24. For my mom’s sake, I’m happy. This is what had to be done. And for how long she’s waited, unhappy, I’m happy she doesn’t have to wait much longer.
I was telling her the other day, or week or month… I don’t remember now… that for my entire adult life I’ve only seen her one way. Like a mom she would do anything for me or either of my two brothers; she was always there to listen to my bullshit when I was depressed; she’s just always been there, to keep it simple.
Things are going to be different from here on out. 2015 is a big year.
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