My parents divorced at age 7 and were a done deal by the time I was nine. I think that I have litterally seen my father less times then the number of years I have been alive, (at least from the time I was six months old and on).
My mother remarried Kevin when I was 12 against any opposition that any one who was at the weddding got to see first hand. Kevin is a great person and helps keep my mother form being completely insane most of the time. I only fear for his health in the greater picture. He has been a true parent to me and my siblings and I only hope that one day he knows how much he means to me.
My siblings and I occasionally get along and occasionally still don't, but loosing a sibling has taught each one us to at least be a little nicer to one another I suppose. We all in some form for the time being are attending college, which my mother could easily brag about if she could see the positive side of things.
It looks as though it is time for me to leave the house soon and I am not sure what will happen. I am honestly scared to be alone and on my own in any respect and thus to this point have hid in a corner trying not to start a fight, (of coarse this leads some to believe that I don't do anything). Regardless, I am more than halfway through college and almost 26.
So, yeah there's the crash coarse on me and my family...
CHAD