My Parents' Divorce

Living the life of a six year old almost everything seems to be perfect, there is nothing to worry about and not many responsibilities to obtain. This was all true for me when I was six years old; I lived with my mom, dad, two year old brother, and my dog Bruno. We lived in a beautiful house on a private lot looking over Sunfish Lake, a calm, small, peaceful lake in Rockford, Michigan. With my Dad being an Emergency Room Doctor and my mom a stay at home mom, life was good. I attended a private Christian elementary school, and all of my friends and extended family members lived very close by. Our house was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. It had the coolest features built in, perfect for entertainment. I can vividly remember dinner parties that my parents would put on, and I would dress up in my special, most girly pink fluffy dress with my princess shoes; I loved being the center of attention. Life was great; being six years old I had everything I could ever ask for and more! This happy, almost perfect family started on November 30 in 1990. This is the day that my parents decided to get married, which is a significant day for any couple. Anniversaries are also something that married couples look forward to; it is a time they can reminisce on their wedding day, and their love for one another. However, my parent’s anniversary is quite different than most married couples. November 30 is not just significant because it’s the day that my parents got married, but it’s also the same day that my parents got divorced, only it was nine years later. I was told that my parents were getting divorced by my mom and my grandma. They tried to explain it to me but I couldn’t fully comprehend what they were talking about. I walked into my first grade classroom the next day and invited all of my friends along with my teacher to my parents’ divorce, I obviously had no idea what was going on. My perfect six year old life had changed and I wasn’t sure how to