My English teacher assigned me to type about anything I want, so I
have decided to type about growing up with divorced parents. I am fifth teen
and I have lived in two separate households. The number one thing I have
trouble with in my households is having both my parents know that I loved them
equally. I can’t ask to spend more time with one without causing the other
parent to think I'm favoring one over the other. But I do love them more then
anything in the world though. Sometimes I wish my parents could see that but
there often caught in their wrap of jealously. On rare nights in my bed I think
of what would happen if they did stay together. A smile that is not because my
life would be normal but that they wouldn't last ten seconds without ripping each
other’s heads off.
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