May 14, 2007
Think About This
While you are listening to this song, I want for you to read something. It's a poem that my 16 year old niece wrote for her English project.
Why must you fight and scream?
I can’t help but cry,
My tears begin to flow endlessly like the running water in a stream.
I thought you loved one another,
You act as though you wish you never would have met each other.
How am I supposed to love when all I see is hate?
You said you fell in love and married your soul mate,
How is this true when each encounter between you is like a debate?
What about the kids?
Does anyone care about how they’re going to live?
My brother, my sister, me.
Don’t forget we are parts of the puzzle that will never be complete,
A family that will never be.
Counselors ask us who we love more,
Mom or Dad?
Doesn’t matter who we choose,
One will be mad.
Divorce changes people.
Grown-ups who are supposed to be our parents act as little kids,
Two little kids name calling and putting each other down at every chance.
The children begin to think this is what life is.
What are we supposed to think?
All we see is hatred and fighting,
All of the families around us are dividing.
We are supposed to be the children of the future,
How am I supposed to raise a family when all I know is what mines been through?
Torture.
Those golden rings which are supposed to be the bearings of your love for one another,
They’re supposed to stand for the love you have for each other.
I guess those gold rings don’t really mean anything,
The only thing I’m sure of is the hurt they can bring.
You say you hate him,
Don’t forget I’m half of him.
You say you hate her,
Don’t forget I look just like her.
You say getting married was the worst thing that could ever be,
Makes me wonder then what you think when you look at me.
Was I a mistake?
Was I a batch of cookies you wish you didn’t make?
Sweet and delicious to the taste,
But to your health I’m a waste.
I’m stuck in this jail cell and I can’t get out,
The bars on the windows are like brass arms and they refuse to let me go.
All I can do is scream and shout.
Now you’re divorced,
You can go live your life in your little fairy tale,
Just don’t expect me to forget that I’m living in your hell.
What are we DOING to our children? What kind of example are we offering?
Now, before the next time you open your mouth in anger to argue or malign, think about who could be listening.
I'll say it one more time....Don't F*ck with the babies. They deserve our very best.
And just so you know....reading this breaks my heart. I would have given ANYTHING to have protected them.
Posted by Tammi at May 14, 2007 06:01 AM | TrackBackWow. She definitely did a great job of capturing what its like on the inside of a divorce. And I know how you feel about your nieces and nephews and what you would have given them for the opportunity to have protected them from that...and how differently things might have been.
She did a beautiful job, but I'm sure that was not easy to write. What was your sister's reaction to it? Did she recognize her contribution to the story? What about her Dad? Did he see his part as well? Or was everyone oblivious?
Posted by: Lee Ann at May 14, 2007 09:31 AMThat's why I will not divorce my husband.
We have three good reasons to keep our problems to ourselves....they are 17, 15 and 14 years old.
Divorce screws up kids, no matter how old they are. No one should tell you differently- if they try- they are lying to themselves.