It was about time for finals in my freshmen year of college, and I had been looking forward to traveling back home to my parents. I hadn't had a warm home cooked meal in ages, and I wondered what they had been doing with their 'daughter free' time.
After a few days with them, it was painfully obvious that they weren't happy. They tried to hide it from me, but it was hard to ignore the bickering and the loud yelling battles they had at night. I felt heart broken by the time I left to go back to school. I knew they were headed towards divorce.