The papers were written;
The papers were filled;
There was no going back;
It was not a choice, it was a decision;
My mommy and daddy were getting a divorce;
The papers were filled;
The papers gave custody to each parent;
For a week at a time;
Every Friday;
You packed your clothes and your belongings;
And you stayed with your mom or your dad for a week;
I hate the fact that both my parents were divorced;
I always hated the reason that I got them divorced;
It was always a war for my parents;
And it left my brother and me in the middle;
I always hated the fact that all of my friends had married parents;
I always wanted that;
I always resented them for that;
I will always resent the fact that my parents are divorced;
I will always never forget the day my dad packed up his car;
And left my mom’s house for good;
That day where he slammed the back of his car was like yesterday;
I cried so hard;
I remember saying “see you later” to my dad;
I always see my friends having married parents;
Having a happy life;
And I always resent my friends;
And my family for that;
I resent people because of my parents’ divorce;
I hated the fact that everyone on my mom’s side of the family was divorced;
The divorce was final;
There was no going back on the filled divorce papers.