With something like divorce, however, you no longer have a “family.” Suddenly it's more about each individual separately; there is no longer a connection as a family unit. Each member faces their own struggles following this change. They simply become too weak to comfort themselves, let alone anyone else. Disbelief still courses through my veins, and I still sometimes wish that they would wake up one day and get back together, so that everything could go back to normal, become comfortable again. My body aches as I feel pulled in two distinct directions; I feel worried, lost and broken. Divorce made me question everything I thought I knew about trust, about life, about love. Everything I thought I knew until the divorce was apparently wrong, I thought. I started to question everything I knew. I guess my parents weren't so happy? I guess they weren't best friends? I guess “till death do us part” was a lie? Or did something happen in their minds, like a change, that made them not want to be together anymore? I felt stupidly disturbed. In shock, even. I still couldn't believe