The Beginning

So let's start out slow.
My parents are divorced. Nowadays that's not uncommon but it hurts me a lot. I happen to be one of those people that blame everything on myself even if I know that it's not my fault. I blame myself for the breakup of my parents even though I was less than a year old.
My mother left for a reason that is unclear to me. She left my brother and I with my father for three weeks until she came back for us.
When she went into surgery on her gallbladder my father drove up to Indiana all the way from Texas to pick me up. A few weeks later my mother demanded me back so my father drove me back.
I love both my father and mother. Even though my mother drives me up the wall. I love them so much.