My parents are actually really fantastic. We have a really positive relationship and I can tell them mostly everything. And I love that aspect. I know so many people that are annoyed by there parents or never see eye to eye. I’ve had these same confrontations but typically it never has a particularly negative outcome.

I can barely remember my parents being still married. They were married for 13years and divorced in 1996. So i was only 9 years old at the time. I remember when they first told us they were “separating” for awhile, not forever. But, I knew that wasn’t true. I remember crying in my bed that night.

But in any case, the divorce caught me off guard but at the same time, I remember my Mom always being in the bathroom crying. My Dad not doing anything to try to console her or tried to talk sensibly. My Mom always giving my Dad the short end of the stick. (Buying new car for herself and leaving my Dad with a shit vehicle, when he drove further to work.) My Mom also had a problem with my Dad’s drinking, which would be a bit over the top and she was never a fan of any sort of mind-altering substances. Those are the only things I recall, but I’m sure there are more intimate/private reasons for the divorce.

My Dad was born and raised till about adolescents in Mexico. His family then moved to Texas for awhile and then moved to Michigan for better paying jobs. Your typical Mexican Immigrant type story, just was in an easier time for immigration. It wasn’t difficult for them to receive Green Cards. My Dad still only has a Green Card for the United States, he can become a citizen whenever he chooses too and basically is, but has chosen not too. He’s always kept his emotions and feelings to himself, you can never really tell if anything is bothering him unless he takes it out on you with minor verbal altercations or whatever it might be. Always wanted to have fun, see family and friends and made sure everyone had a good time. When my parents divorced I chose to live with him, so he was the parent I was always with. We’d go grocery shopping together, watch terrible television together and when our dryer broke, we’d go do laundry.

My mom was born in New York and lived there until she was 19. Of all places she moved to the lake shore of Michigan. She once told me she moved to get away from her friends due to there bad influence and I assume constant drug use. She hinted at the idea that one of her friends died due to this drug use. But I’ve never wanted to ask. When I was growing up my Mom and I weren’t as close as my Dad and I were. Not sure why but I always mad at her for something. It wasn’t till I turned 17 that I started to open up to her more and we really are very close now and i love that she supports anything I want to do in my life.

In 1999 my Mom remarried to a lad named Jeff. I was a bit unhappy about the whole marriage thing to start. But just how it goes when so unhappy with the divorce in the first place. I remember being miserable the entire wedding day. Due to this bitterness, it made me refrain from becoming close with my Step Dad. And we still have a somewhat awkward relationship. He’s just a quiet man, that is reserved, really into mechanics and electronics and can be humorous. Really the type of guy I see my Mom really being into for entirely different reasons than my Dad.

So really, I love my parents and the new editions to my family make it more interesting.