I thought we had one of the happiest families in the neighborhood. My parents got along better than the parents of a lot of my friends did. Sure, they had arguments, but who didn't. They always made up. It was a Sunday when my parents gathered my brother and me into the living room and sat us down, saying the wanted to tell us something. Usually, this meant something good-like a new puppy or going to Disneyland. We thought they were only pretending to look sad too keep up the suspense.
When then they announced that they were getting divorced. What a shock! I couldn't breathe. It didn't matter that they still loved us, that nothing was going to change, and that none of it was our fault. All I could think about was that they were destroying my life. I ran out crying.