
Growing my family was your average American family. We had almost always gotten along and we were always laughing and spending time with each other. We had genuine love for each other, like a family should. But one day when me and my twin brother Abe were about 9 years old we had stayed past out bed time, and at about 12am Abe and I heard loud voices from our parents room…
Where It All Started…
We got out of our beds to see what was going on. Once we had got to our parents door we heard the yelling once again so we stopped and looked at each other wondering what was going on. In our minds we had thought that our parents had been watching a violent movie, but in reality it was something much much worse. After about 5 minutes of just sitting there outside their room we decided to go in and what we saw is something we had never seen before. We saw our parents fighting for the very first time in front of us. Abe and I froze and what we were seeing and hearing. This was something completely new to my brother and I. All throughout our 9 years of living we had always thought that our parents always got along. Up until that day they had never fought before, even when Abe and I were supposed to be asleep. Thankfully, our parents saw us and stopped fight and rather focused on the reason why Abe and I were still awake past midnight on a school night. But, what we didn’t know was that this day was just the beginning of something unimaginable in our family.
From that day forward my parents began to fight almost every night and Abe and I never knew why. But from out of the blue everyone in my family were fighting. It went from my father and mother fighting, to my father and Abe fighting, to my father and I fighting, and finally Abe and I fighting. Abe and I never fought with out mother and to this day we don’t, but something new had happened that year. Abe and I had gone from best friends to mortal enemies. We went from doing everything together to fighting over the tv remote. Our fighting just progressed and progressed for years and years until where it got to the point where we hated each other no matter what. Same thing happened with our father and the both of us. Our father began to hit and yell at us for no reason. He would make us do the most silly things for him and if we didn’t we were going to get hit. Our family had become a 3 way war between Abe, my father, and I. When Abe and I were about 11 years old our parents decided to move to Fountain Valley to start over. It had worked for the first couple months but in the end our family went back to our fighting ways. It was until 3 years later that my mother had decided that she couldn’t handle us fighting anymore, so she did what she thought was best. She divorced my father. Abe and I weren’t shocked that it happened but we were surprised that it had happened before we turned 18 years old. It was almost the end of our sophomore year of high school that my mother finally decided to do what she wanted rather than sitting back and fighting with my father. Abe was very happy that they were getting divorced, but me on the other had wasn’t as happy. I had always knew it was gonna happen sooner or later but it never truly came to me until they told us they were divorcing and the reason why.
Why Did It Have To Happen?
A couple days after and Abe and I were able to sleep and understand what was going on my mother had finally told us why she did what she did. She began by saying that it all started with money. She had said “Were barely making ends meat and I had to make a change to make sure you two live your best lives”. At first we were confused because our whole lives we had been financially safe, and to randomly be broke just completely blew our minds. My mother also implied that my father and his brother had been stealing money from our family business but she didn’t say it so we didn’t think even more poorly about our father and his family. Secondly, she said that she just couldn’t handle all the fighting day in and day out. She didn’t want to go to bed crying every night knowing that her sons hate their father. And thirdly, she had said that our father couldn’t work anymore therefore she had to run a business all by herself and she couldn’t handle all the pressure and the work and still take care of Abe and I at the same time. My father was a great man but was never a great role model.
How It Made Our Family Stronger
Even though our family had gotten smaller it made us stronger. We had to rely on each other and take care of each other. Especially Abe and I. We couldn’t let our mother do this all by herself. Abe and I had to finally grow up and become men. And thats what we did. We started to work with our mother everyday after school until closing. We started to take school seriously and actually do our work rather than lay it off. Our lives may have changed drastically but rather for the worse it was for the better. My mother was finally able to relax after 20 years of working and 16 years of raising twins. Even though Abe and I still fight, it’s nit as bad as it used be. I wouldn’t want my life any other way. My life happened the way it did and in the process it made me become a better son and brother and I couldn’t be any happier.



