Living without both of my parents is a struggle.  My brother and I have to travel from place to place and it’s kind of challenging. My parents are divorced.  Sometimes, I wish that it never happened.  Sometimes, I think it was all my fault, but I know it isn’t.  But I really don’t understand why they divorced.

This is a serious matter that everyone should recognize because it seems to be happening to every happy couple I know.  Some days, I cry because it’s like half of my heart got sucked in by a deep, dark, black hole.  It’s crying out for help but no one can.  It’s REALLY hard!  Here I am now, crying, writing this story.  Some people don’t know how much it hurts when I see a family of four when my family only has three.

It hurts the most when you meet a new member of the family.  It feels like your parent forgot about you and isn’t trying to help you to get out of that deep, dark, black hole.  You may think it’d be fun to have different families, but to me it’s not.  I love them all but sometimes I wish things could go back to normal.

I want strong families to stick and stay together…forever!!!!  Love them like I love mine.  Trust them like I trust mine.  Be nice to them like I am to mine.  And always, always hold on to them and don’t let them get sucked into that deep, dark, ugly, dull, black hole.