My parents are not together, but they were both always around.
By the time I had reached the age of 16, in the 10th grade, my parents, after 22 years of marriage, one day decided to get a divorce.
The word 'divorce' wasn't foreign to me. As a child of the 1970s, I grew up as part of a generation of kids whose parents got divorced, and it wasn't seen as this terrible thing. Maybe that's why I believed what my father told me and Reina that day: that everything would be okay. But it wasn't.
Divorce is, of course, difficult for a child. I didn't go through it as my parents stayed together, but I have a lot of friends who did.
My mother and father split up when I was three and my brother was still in the womb.
Actually, my parents were separated by the time I was about 2 years old.
I am a divorced child, of divided, uncertain background. Within this division I - supposed fruit of their love - no longer exist. It happened nearly forty years ago, yet to me, nothing is sadder than my parents' divorce.
Sometimes it makes me sad that I didn't get to have one family for my entire life.
Not all families stay together.
My grandparents divorced, both of them, and then my mum and dad did. So it's like, divorce, divorce, divorce.
I don't have a regular happy family like most people. My parents are separated; my dad married someone else and so did my mom. All my siblings are from my parents' other marriages. So yes, it is complicated, and I don't like talking about it or explaining this to everybody. But all this doesn't stop us from being close to each other.
I am so proud of my parents. Through all that, they're best friends; they still go to curries together. You don't have to be together to show an example of how a relationship can work.
