Broken families are often hard to live in. Especially divorced ones. It's one thing for your parents to split-up when you're a young child, but it's another when you go through 15 years of your life thinking that you'll always be a family like I did. I would have to say the most significant time in my life was when my parents were getting a divorce.
Christmas had just passed and the New Year of 1998 was approaching fast. My parents had always bickered but this time their fights seemed to escalate to almost a straight-out brawl. That night I was to go out on a date with my soon-to-be boyfriend. My dad didn't think too highly of this. Hours passed as normal and I was leaving with my date to go to the movies. My mind was set at ease about my squalling parents as I watched Mortal Combat 2 at the theatre. When I got home my parents were already in bed and that's where I was also headed. Before I had a chance to change into to pajamas the phone had rang. It was Chris the guy I had gone out with that night calling to reminisce about our fist date we had just been on. We talked for about two hours, growing tiresome and worried that my dad might get up for a drink of water and catch me on the phone at midnight, I told Chris I had to go. So I said my good-byes and went to bed thinking about how boring it was gonna be to go back to school the next day.
The irreparable mind-numbing sound of my alarm clock woke me up at my usual of 5:30a.m. Groggy and cold I made my way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. At first glance everything was normal but a second look revealed that our computer was gone, not very surprised I made my way back down the hall to my sisters room. Shannon my sister was almost completely ready for school. Trying to sound calm I asked her,
"Shannon, um . Where is the computer?" She didn't appear surprised at all that I asked. "Mom took it with her when she left for work around 3:00a.m." she said. "Oh ...