When I was fourteen, my Dad and my Mom got a divorce. Even though I was fairly young, I was always mature for my age, so I was able to handle the divorce quite well. There were times when I wished that we could all live under the same roof, but I simply accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to get to spend time with my Dad and Mom at the same time.
However, the event that really hurt me occurred two years later. When I was fifteen, my Dad started dating a new woman. I didn’t mind this woman, but for some reason, she hated my siblings and I. So, when I was sixteen, she told my Dad they were moving away together, or she was going to leave him. He ended up choosing her over us, and that brought our relationship to an end.
Fast forward to twelve years later, and my Dad is no longer with this woman. Because of this, he has spent the last year and a half reaching out to me and trying to rebuild our relationship. I was very resistant at first, but over time I could tell he had really good intentions, which is why I agreed to go visit him in Detroit last month. I actually got a rental car in case I decided I wanted to leave, but I ended up staying the entire trip, and I think that we made a lot of progress reconnecting with each other.