"My mum and dad, we really happily married and I never thought anything could go wrong with their marriage. I mean, I heard about all the divorces with other peoples parents and on the television, but it never seemed a possibility for me. That's what I thought before my parents got divorced. They told us that they were happier apart, they still loved us, and it was a mutual split.
On the way to court, to settle the divorce, I was driving because my mum was too upset to drive. The drive was silent, and I could see tears start to slowly fall down her face. Even though she knew it was better, they were married for 20 years. I held her hand and squeezed it. I bent down to pick up a packet of tissues and a car ran right into us. The last thing I remember was my head hitting something hard and hearing the screech of breaking tires.
Then I woke up in hospital pretty confused and scared. I had bruising in several places and my left arm was broken pretty badly. My dad was asleep in the hospital chair and when he woke up, I asked him about mum. His face when pale white and his eyes filled with tears. It was the first and last time I saw him cry. He just shook his head and lifted my arm to his cheek. I knew; mum had died. I just sat there, numb with sadness. I remember drowsing off into a sleep. About a week later, I got the okay to leave and my dad was nowhere. The nurses took me to an empty room and told me that my dad had committed suicide because he didn't want to be known as the 'nearly divorced widow.' He had loved my mum still but she wanted the divorce and he wanted me to know that he loves me so much, but I needed to let him go and he needed to be with my mum; the love of his life."