le divorce − 1 September, 1987
The beginning of the end happened at a family reunion. Dad was a binge drinker. a sloppy one. Had his license revoked for drunk driving. Once we found him passed out on the porch with his key in the door. It wasn't a pretty sight. His binges often exacerbated an already shaky marriage. Mom no longer trusted him. He had lied too many times.
I never knew the specifics, only that Dad had been drinking with the family and made an ass of himself. Mom gathered me up and left the park without him. We both drove home crying.
He returned home later and there was an explosive argument. I holed up in my room for what seemed like an eternity.. as chairs were thrown against the wall, as mom screamed and dad screamed and then silence.. deathly sickening silence, like the type after gunfire.
it was the proverbial straw for that damned camel's back. their marriage had snapped.
I later found dad in the living room crying. Mom packed me up and we piled into the car, i remember seeing my father looking out at us from the living room window. we were heading to stay at my grandmother's house. on the way there she told me her intentions. "Daddy and I arent going to live together anymore. We just cant make it work." I was 6 years old, I had no idea about the implications of that statement. I only knew that it meant change and it scared me badly.
I never knew the specifics, only that Dad had been drinking with the family and made an ass of himself. Mom gathered me up and left the park without him. We both drove home crying.
He returned home later and there was an explosive argument. I holed up in my room for what seemed like an eternity.. as chairs were thrown against the wall, as mom screamed and dad screamed and then silence.. deathly sickening silence, like the type after gunfire.
it was the proverbial straw for that damned camel's back. their marriage had snapped.
I later found dad in the living room crying. Mom packed me up and we piled into the car, i remember seeing my father looking out at us from the living room window. we were heading to stay at my grandmother's house. on the way there she told me her intentions. "Daddy and I arent going to live together anymore. We just cant make it work." I was 6 years old, I had no idea about the implications of that statement. I only knew that it meant change and it scared me badly.
