First of all… I was told not to ever come back and visit. I am not very tight with my parents.
I am 20 years old.
My parents divorced when I was 16 years old.
That was 15 years over due.
So I don’t visit.
I wish a lot of things were different about my childhood….I wish we didn’t move around so much. I wish that at the first sight of falling apart, I wish they would have. I wish I grew up with my aunt and cousins. I wish I wasn’t bullied. I wish they weren’t too scared to do anything, so instead of dealing with the issue, we moved. I wish I stayed in dance. I wish I wasn’t forced to do martial arts. I wish my father wasn’t my coach for so long. I wish I wasn’t the chicken in the fight. I wish my dad didn’t cheat on my mother. I wish my mother didn’t pretend not to see it.
For the sake of this post, my childhood is every passing second, and moment that is no longer mine.
I wish I wasn’t depressed from the 16 up till 3 months ago…. because there was a lot of stuff I would have liked to have seen.
Sorry if this is depressing… or too personal. I’ve never posted anything like this before. I guess we had it coming right?
So no… I don’t visit. Mostly for the reason that there isn’t anything left to.