Man lifes been weird lately.
My parents have been separate for 7 years now, since my grandmother passed. She had stage 4 cancer and at the time we moved her into my parents house. I was 19 at the time and had just moved out.
My mom had focused on taking care of my gma and she lasted for about 6 months until she lost the battle. It was really, really hard on my mom and taking care of my gma kind of pulled my mom from my dad.
When things cleared from that, my mom found out my dad had a separate life in mexico, 2 year old son and wife, whole new family. She found this out months after losing my gma.
So things since then have been in this weird limbo since theyve both messed each others credit up and financially can't afford to part ways. So they maintained being separate for the sake of not losing the house.
Fast forward to now, they are officially divorcing. I was over at the house and going through my old stuff and it really hit me. I broke down crying. I didn't think as a grown man it would hurt me like this, but it does. A lot of what my pop raised me on was real man ish. And dealing with the loss of my gma, I never let the reality of things sink in. I just want my folks to be happy but I really wish my old man practiced what he preached. He followed the cycle of his old man and crushed my mom. Who was recently diagnosed with CHF. Man....thats another thing there. I just wanna grind out my 20s and get this money so I can hopefully help them out. It breaks my heart to thing the childhood home I grew up in might be lost.