As the product of a divorced home, the entirety of my childhood was your typical shuffle between two parents, two homes, two families. At the time, I was positive that I was the only weirdo living such a lifestyle. All my friend’s lives seemed so…normal. And here I was – the weirdo celebrating every holiday twice, alternating weekends at dad’s house in the suburbs and mom’s house in the country, awkwardly wandering back and forth between two sets of families at school functions or dance recitals.
(It was years later that I finally realized that “normal” wasn’t nearly as commonplace as I thought. Dysfunction was running rampant on some level in nearly every household in America and somehow, children of divorced homes came to be more common than not. Turns out, it just so happened that my childhood BFF came from the only parents on the planet that were high school sweethearts that married, had 2.5 kids, a few dogs, a cute house in the suburbs, a lovely relationship, and are still together to this day. Bizarre.) (more…)
