The DivorceA Story by Elizabeth Carol LivingstonWhen Christine's parents get a divorce, her world is shaken. Once, there was a thirteen-year-old girl
named Christine whose parents often fought. She was really sad that her parents
weren’t happy and often went out to the back yard or up to the attic while they
were fighting to try to get her mind off of what was happening. Her parents
didn’t know it but there was a pair of loose boards right next to each other in
the attic’s floor and Christine had hidden a box beneath those two boards. It
wasn’t a very big box, but it was big enough to fit a small supply of
peppermint patties, snack-sized bags of chips, and a pair of miniature note
pads and a pencil. When Christine would go to the attic to
get away from her fighting parents, she often would sit up there for a couple of
hours, thinking and, occasionally, writing. Being the emotional eater she was,
she would often end up eating a snack or two while she was up there, a well. She knew it wasn’t healthy to be such an
emotional eater and that what she ate when she was eating to cater to her
emotions was not healthy. That didn’t really matter to her, though. All that
really mattered was that she had something that made her feel happy again, that
made her feel real and human again. While she was hidden away up there, though,
she could still hear her parents fighting. If she went as far back in the back
yard as she could, she would rarely hear them fighting. It never really
mattered what they were fighting about, it just mattered that they were
fighting and that, at a point, she didn’t really feel safe with them anymore. One day while Christine was sitting in the
attic, she was eating some of her peppermint patties from her box. Her mother
came up and found her, but Christine had heard her mother coming and had hid the
peppermint patties and the empty wrappers in the box and put the box back under
the floorboards. While she was sitting there waiting for her mother to finish
climbing the stairs, she wondered what was about to happen and what her mother
was going to say when she actually got to the top and walked into the walk-in
closet that Christine had holed herself up in. When her mother found her, she asked
Christine to come downstairs. She said that she and her father had something
they wanted to talk to her about. When she got Christine to come downstairs,
she sat her down on the couch and brought Christine's dad into the living room.
While they were in there, Christine's parents announced to her that they were
going to be getting a divorce. "Chris, honey," her father said,
"you won't have to worry about your life changing that much. True, you
will only be living here with your mom and I'll be moving into an apartment,
but other than that, life won't change that much." "Now, I know that only living here
with me will be a big change all on it's own," her mother told her,
"but I know that we can all get used to it, sweetheart! And I am sure
you've noticed your father and I have been fighting a lot recently, and we have
tried a marriage counselor, and it didn't work. We are hoping that if we get
this divorce, it will be an end to the fighting." “Mom, what if either you or dad just moved
out for a little while instead of going all the way to getting a divorce?
Wouldn't that be a smarter idea? I just don't see why you guys have to jump
straight to a divorce." Christine was hoping that this was all just one
big joke, but part of her knew it wasn't. However, there was also a part of her
that was sure that this was all for the best. Maybe they really did need to get
divorced. Christine's parents wanted to find some
way to comfort their daughter, but they just weren't sure how to. Her father
started packing his things that night. She watched as he put his clothes into
boxes, folding everything up nice and neatly. She still hoped this wasn’t
happening, even as the evidence was right there, staring her in the face. She
couldn’t run away from this forever, she had to just accept it. When her dad moved into his new apartment,
she was very excited to go see it, even though she knew that it would only
cement things for her. When she got into his car, she was a little nervous
about what would happen but soon realized that nothing about their relationship
had truly changed. They were still father and daughter and they still loved
each other. If anything had changed, it seemed that he
was much more easy-going now. When she went to spend the weekend with him, he
would let her have sugary cereals for breakfast if she really wanted to. He
would get her practically anything she wanted him to, as long as it was within
his financial scope of things. She didn't have to worry about what she wanted
to do, because he let her do so many things that he and her mother wouldn't let
her do when they had been married. When she was at home with her mom, it was a
slightly different story. It quickly became apparent that it had been her
mother who had made all of the decisions about how to raise her. Her mother still
insisted that she only eat foods that were organic and foods that she deemed
healthy enough for her daughter's body. Her mother wouldn't get much of what
Christine asked her for unless it was school supplies. The first time that Christine saw her
parents interact after the divorce, it was a rather awkward situation. They
hadn't really interacted that much between the divorce and this particular
interaction, which was about two months later. All they really had done was
talk on the phone, and Christine could only hear one end of that. Seeing them
now, though, she saw that, although it was awkward, they could talk better now
than they had been able to when they were married. She watched them as they interacted more
and more when her father came to pick her up for the weekend or would drop her
off after hanging out after school. As time went on, things got less and less
awkward. Christine could finally see that her parents could now be friends, even after all of their fights
and screamed accusations at each other.
Christine finished high school knowing that her parents were finally friends
and could even sit next to each other at her graduation ceremony and at a
celebratory lunch afterwards without much harm being caused. They didn’t exactly live
happiest-ever-after as Christine had hoped, but they lived happier-than-ever,
and that was all she could really ask for. © 2012 Elizabeth Carol Livingston |
StatsAuthorElizabeth Carol LivingstonBurlington, VTAboutI love music and writing. I particularly love writing short stories and short novels. more..Writing |