Written on 9/9/18. Posted on 9/18/18
There is a childhood secret I have not confessed. I was five my parents divorced. I struggled to understand it. I kpet telling my mom I wanted her to be with my dad again. She kept telling me no.
For six years I blamed myself for their divorce. I would myself to sleep thinking about it. I would tell myself over and over again “If I wasn’t born daddy and mommy would be together. They’d be happy.” Even sometimes today I fell a twang of the pain I once did.
I haven’t told anyone because I don’t think about it. It’s just another distant memory. I couldn’t help but think about it now. Thank you for listening to me. Te amo.
Written at 10:44 p.m.