A Divorced Life

Wake up early, sometimes five, sometimes six. Wake up to Maddie barking, sometimes Sandy meowing. I could be by myself or laying next to my sister. It all depends on which house I'm staying at. Mom's, Dad's, some days here, sometimes there. The morning phone call could be Mom's voice or Dad's. But it all depends. Life is like that of a traveler, taking apparel, accessories, school work to and fro. Life is lived in a suitcase. After seven years I hoped to get used to it. But the travel sometimes just sucks. It's been a learning experience, something I'd never dreamed of. Who I am has been shaped by divorce. I am stronger because of it. I am stronger in my faith. I am self-sufficient and able to manage sticky situations. But divorce is still complicated. It's still confusing. It still magnifies a love that broke. In less than one year, I'll be free. Live no longer by a court document. Make my own decisions. Be a legal adult. Choose for myself where I live. How often to lug around a suitcase will finally, after seemingly a million years, be up to me.