Divorce. It’s far too familiar of a word to most millennials It’s a well-known statistic that over half of marriages end in divorce, so the harsh reality is that most of us aren’t going to watch our parents live out their days together.
Some of us had parents split when we were very young, too young to remember, and some of us can remember details, even just feelings, but weren’t quite old enough to completely grasp what was happening in our household.
And then some of us, the very unlucky ones like myself, watched out parents stay together long enough to beat the statistics. We blindly believed that our parents were different from our friends’ parents, our parents had beat the odds, that true love really did exist, and our parents were that shining example.
Even though we were old enough to have gotten our hearts broken once or twice, to have watched a high school romance fall apart or watched someone we loved walk out of our lives, we held out hope for that perfect love story, the one our parents had. It was almost like a modern-day fairy tale, one we eagerly looked forward to having for ourselves.
Then there was that day, or series of days, months, years even, when we started to watch our fairy tale unravel before our eyes. What was worse is we were far past the days of our childhood, the days of blissful ignorance. This wasn’t just a question of why aren’t my mother and father together anymore. This wasn’t “why isn’t Dad living at home anymore?” This was a question of what the hell happened to end 25+ years of marriage? At what point do you fall out of love with someone who was supposed to be your soulmate? And how can I ever trust someone ever again if they could wake up one morning and not give a damn about me anymore?
Then comes the worst part. Even though you aren’t a child anymore, you are still your parents’ child. You’re old enough to know there isn’t a “bad guy” and a “good guy”, and not every situation is black and white. You’re also old enough to find yourself in the middle of your parents’ divorce, and even expected to take a side. You find yourself the subject of one parent’s rage meant for the other parent. You are torn between being there to support your parents and cutting yourself off from the situation because, at the end of the day, you’re still their child, not their mediator.
All divorce is painful, and everyone’s experience is different. But being an adult child of divorce is equivalent of watching everything you’ve ever known shatter before your eyes. It’s seeing your parents hurting and understanding their pain acutely. It’s watching a total stranger take the place of the women who spent so many years in your father’s life, it’s watching your mother struggle to pick the pieces and remember that her anger toward is misplaced and loving her regardless.
That’s being an adult child of divorce.
But slowly you realize life goes on. And although you may be hardened from the experienced, you start to understand that you’ve learned from it as well. You study just a little harder that final semester of college. You find your life start to center more and more around that career you’ve just started instead of planning your dream wedding. You don’t go on the second date because there just isn’t a spark. You’ve got to be sure, not just comfortable, like your parents were. Because you’ve learned from their mistakes.
So while you no longer believe in fairytales, you’ve also a little more skeptical, a little more wary, a little smarter. You still believe, deep inside, that true love exists, but you damn sure aren’t about to find it anytime soon. Because there’s so much more to this life than that.