I Knew I Was Different
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This story was written by an anonymous man at 64 years old. His parents divorced when he was 5. He gave permission for his story to be shared.
his STORY
My father was in the military and was medically retired from service for mental health issues. My mother and father’s marriage produced three children. My father’s mental health collapsed to the point where his anger and inappropriate outbursts scared not only his created family but his own brother and sister. I will jump to the final event that spurred the divorce of my parents. My father was caught by my mother suffocating my youngest sibling who was a baby at the time. My sibling survived without lasting physical results.
HOW THE DIVORCE MADE him FEEL
I was five years old, but I feared my father. Sadly, I cannot recall a single good memory of my Father. I never remember an encouraging word. I don’t remember a hug. I never experienced love from my father. I knew something significant had happened in our relationship with our father and mother. I knew intuitively that my mother no longer loved my father. I honestly don’t remember much about how my father reacted. I do remember him telling my oldest sibling and me he wouldn’t be living with us anymore. I don’t remember being surprised or emotional about it.
HOW THE DIVORCE IMPACTED him
As a young boy, I knew I was different. Our family had moved five times before I was six years old. I had been in three different schools before second grade. Our family minus our father relied on social programs like food stamps. I was totally embarrassed going grocery shopping with my mother. After living in modest homes or duplexes with my father, we now lived in a ten-foot wide by 55-foot-long trailer. My mother drove a late model car because the nice four-door Chevy sedan she drove had an electrical fire and burned up on the side of a highway. My mother returned to work while my siblings and I were still in elementary school. We became “latchkey” kids. We were literally unsupervised and on our own when my mother was at work apart from while we attended school. In the Summer months, our babysitter was the public pool. Naturally, we fell into sin. We stole. We shoplifted. We smoked cigarettes. I struggled in first grade and was pulled out of class for one-on-one speech therapy. In sixth grade, I was enrolled in a summer school math class, which I decided on my own was a waste of my summer experience, and just quit going. I walked out of the class with the teacher yelling at me to return. Which I did not. I hated school. I often daydreamed in class and didn’t pay attention. I had the attitude of how this related to my situation. I had anger issues. If I had a physical confrontation, it was always with boys. They always backed down from my aggression. I don’t think they knew how to react to someone so mean and out of control of their emotions. My teachers didn’t either.
By ninth grade, I had a girlfriend and was having sex with her. She was the first of other girls and women I would have sexual relationships with until my marriage. In high school, I occasionally smoked pot and drank beer. Though I never felt smoking pot was a problem, I do remember a car full of other teenagers so high that we went through a railroad crossing and we were nearly hit by an oncoming train. Drinking alcohol had its problems. I was pulled over by a State Trooper while I was drunk but luckily, he did not arrest me. I became addicted to chewing tobacco and chewed for nearly a decade. I did graduate from high school, junior college, and a university. I had commitment issues with my fiancée’s. I was engaged to three different women. I did have two different careers that I retired from and receive a pension for. But as I reflect upon my past, I had issues with authority and commitment that probably limited any promotions.
In the past two years I have had three heart procedures, diagnosed with prostate cancer, and general anxiety that led to my retirement. I have been married to my wife that I adore and love for nearly four decades. We have two wonderful children and six SUPER grandchildren. In the past two years, my wife’s love and example led me to be a practicing Christian and I re-dedicated my life to Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. Last year I was baptized in the Church with my entire family in attendance. I have repented of my many sins, and I am genuinely not happy with the things I did in my past. I am actively trying to re-wire my brain and re-set my attitudes and thoughts with the help of the Holy Spirit that dwells within me. I am praying to God to reveal his purpose for me. As Rick Warren often says, “Never let a hurt go to waste”. I have a lot of hurts.
ADVICE FOR SOMEONE WHOSE PARENTS JUST SEPARATED OR DIVORCED
Seek support through the Church’s Pastor or Youth Pastor, school counselor, trusted teacher, or trusted coach. Stay away from harmful things like drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. In the end, they do much more harm than they do good. Choose your friends wisely. Stay away from children who advocate violence, stealing, skipping school, and pre-marital sex. Date and marry girls and women that practice their faith. Take your academics seriously. Always give your best in your classes. Be respectful to everyone even if they don’t respect you back. Love and support your parents and other siblings. Be honest and have self-control. Find a wholesome activity you enjoy and use it to help with any anxiety. When you get older research the impact divorces have on children and young adults. Always know that God loves you. He created you so how could he not love you? Forgive. I visited my father’s grave years after his death and began the process of forgiving him. I have contacted two of my aunts (my father’s sisters) and started a relationship with them.
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