'Mom and Dad are fighting again. When is this going to stop?' I wrote in my journal. 'Hopefully soon,' I though. My parents had been fighting on and off for about the last 6 months. Laura, Frankie and I were getting VERY sick of it. They loved each other..and we didn't even want to think about them getting a divorce.
I got up to talk to Laura about it..and normally she would say not to worry, but this time she looked concerned. "It's been going on for a while, now, Stacy..what should we do?" she asked.
"I'm not sure..let's just hope they work it out," I replied.
We said goodnight and I returned to my room. Laura and I both fell asleep soon after.
A little while later, I was awakened to the sound of arguing yet again. I opened my bedroom door to see Laura also coming out of her bedroom.
"Laura..I'm scared," I said.
"I know, I am too..let's go see what's happening," she replied, leading the way towards the steps. As we got closer, we saw Frankie hurrying back to his room.
"GIRLS!!" he whispered loudly. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, first of all, we LIVE here, and second, Mom and Dad are fighting again, we wanted to know what it was about," Laura replied.
"Well, it's none of your business," Frankie said.
"You were listening too," I replied.
"No, I went to..um..go to the bathroom, don't go down there and listen, that's not polite," Frankie said.
"We're gonna go down there anyway, we promise Mom and Dad won't see us," Laura said.
"No, please don't," Frankie said. "I don't want you to get in trouble, please,"
"Frankie, we're big girls. We can handle punishment," I said.
"Fine, do what you want. I'm going to bed...goodnight," he replied.
"Goodnight," we said. After Frankie's door closed Laura and I went to go sit on the steps and listen to our parents argue. We finally went to bed at about 2 a.m. after they had finished fighting. Mom was in her bedroom, and Dad was sleeping on the couch.
The next morning, Laura and I decided to head downstairs in good moods, to make our parents think we hadn't heard anything.
Dad had already left for work, and while Laura and I were eating our breakfast, Mom sat down at the table with us.
"Girls, you know your father and I have been fighting for a while now...and we think we've come to the best decision that we can agree on." she started. "I'm sorry...but your father and I have decided to get a divorce..."
I got up to talk to Laura about it..and normally she would say not to worry, but this time she looked concerned. "It's been going on for a while, now, Stacy..what should we do?" she asked.
"I'm not sure..let's just hope they work it out," I replied.
We said goodnight and I returned to my room. Laura and I both fell asleep soon after.
A little while later, I was awakened to the sound of arguing yet again. I opened my bedroom door to see Laura also coming out of her bedroom.
"Laura..I'm scared," I said.
"I know, I am too..let's go see what's happening," she replied, leading the way towards the steps. As we got closer, we saw Frankie hurrying back to his room.
"GIRLS!!" he whispered loudly. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, first of all, we LIVE here, and second, Mom and Dad are fighting again, we wanted to know what it was about," Laura replied.
"Well, it's none of your business," Frankie said.
"You were listening too," I replied.
"No, I went to..um..go to the bathroom, don't go down there and listen, that's not polite," Frankie said.
"We're gonna go down there anyway, we promise Mom and Dad won't see us," Laura said.
"No, please don't," Frankie said. "I don't want you to get in trouble, please,"
"Frankie, we're big girls. We can handle punishment," I said.
"Fine, do what you want. I'm going to bed...goodnight," he replied.
"Goodnight," we said. After Frankie's door closed Laura and I went to go sit on the steps and listen to our parents argue. We finally went to bed at about 2 a.m. after they had finished fighting. Mom was in her bedroom, and Dad was sleeping on the couch.
The next morning, Laura and I decided to head downstairs in good moods, to make our parents think we hadn't heard anything.
Dad had already left for work, and while Laura and I were eating our breakfast, Mom sat down at the table with us.
"Girls, you know your father and I have been fighting for a while now...and we think we've come to the best decision that we can agree on." she started. "I'm sorry...but your father and I have decided to get a divorce..."