I knew my family was having trouble for a while. I mean, I could hear my parents fight all the time, and my mom was always so stressed with our problems that she hardly had any time for me. Still, when it finally came to when my parents decided to get divorced, I was so angry. Angry that they didn't work it out, angry that they got married in the first place and had me only to tear my world apart when I was only eight. I don't think I talked to them for weeks, and it's ironic, the time when I refused to talk to either of them was the time that they talked to me the most.