A 7-year secret
I have a 7-year secret that I have never told my mom, but it's not one of those secrets that people on Maury or Jerry Springer reveal. It's more of a "aww" secret. It is a bit of a downer, so if you're not in a decent mood, please don't read it.
In December of 2001, my 12th birthday was approaching and so was my brother's 8th. We wanted to go to Disneyland for our birthdays. Our parents were separated at the time, but my father volunteered to take us (he was a big Disney fan). I asked my dad if I was allowed to bring a friend, and he said yes. After inviting a couple of friends but being turned down because they were heading out of town for Christmas, I basically lost all hope in getting a friend to come. So, instead, I asked my mom. I begged and pleaded with her, and finally she said yes. When I told my dad, he responded with, "Ya know, if your mom comes I can't look at cute women right?" I rolled my eyes, just because he didn't know what I was trying to do.
So the day comes and we go to Disneyland. Everything is going well, except for one thing. My parents barely talked to each other. My mom was being very silent while my dad was being bossy and loud. They never rode a ride together. The only things they discussed the entire day was, "Hi how are you?", "Where do you want to go eat?", "What to ride next?". After a full day at the park, we headed home.
I remember being the backseat of the car, feeling both happy and bummed out that my parents were just like puppets and didn't talk to each other. The only thing that went through my mind the entire ride home was, "That was their chance to at least TALK and try to make up."
So my 7-year secret was that I wanted both of my parents to be together again, and that was my way of trying to make it happen. I've never told my mom that it was sort of a "setup" to have them have fun together. I will never be able to tell my father personally.
The reason I am thinking about this now? Well, I was walking through my hallway today and we have my father's memorial collage hanging there. I glanced real quickly at a picture with all 4 of us together, and then that memory came flooding into my head. Then the idea of creating a secrets and confessions book came. So I guess this is the start of the book.
But thinking how my life would've been from 1997 all the way to my father's death of 2002 is fairly hard. Being so young and dealing with your parents arguing over things isn't the best memory and it's really hard to look back on that. After 2002, there is this dark period that officially ended in the beginning of 2007 when I changed schools. That's a whole different story that might be too graphic for this site. I'm so grateful with the way my life has turned out.
Love, Danielle
In December of 2001, my 12th birthday was approaching and so was my brother's 8th. We wanted to go to Disneyland for our birthdays. Our parents were separated at the time, but my father volunteered to take us (he was a big Disney fan). I asked my dad if I was allowed to bring a friend, and he said yes. After inviting a couple of friends but being turned down because they were heading out of town for Christmas, I basically lost all hope in getting a friend to come. So, instead, I asked my mom. I begged and pleaded with her, and finally she said yes. When I told my dad, he responded with, "Ya know, if your mom comes I can't look at cute women right?" I rolled my eyes, just because he didn't know what I was trying to do.
So the day comes and we go to Disneyland. Everything is going well, except for one thing. My parents barely talked to each other. My mom was being very silent while my dad was being bossy and loud. They never rode a ride together. The only things they discussed the entire day was, "Hi how are you?", "Where do you want to go eat?", "What to ride next?". After a full day at the park, we headed home.
I remember being the backseat of the car, feeling both happy and bummed out that my parents were just like puppets and didn't talk to each other. The only thing that went through my mind the entire ride home was, "That was their chance to at least TALK and try to make up."
So my 7-year secret was that I wanted both of my parents to be together again, and that was my way of trying to make it happen. I've never told my mom that it was sort of a "setup" to have them have fun together. I will never be able to tell my father personally.
The reason I am thinking about this now? Well, I was walking through my hallway today and we have my father's memorial collage hanging there. I glanced real quickly at a picture with all 4 of us together, and then that memory came flooding into my head. Then the idea of creating a secrets and confessions book came. So I guess this is the start of the book.
But thinking how my life would've been from 1997 all the way to my father's death of 2002 is fairly hard. Being so young and dealing with your parents arguing over things isn't the best memory and it's really hard to look back on that. After 2002, there is this dark period that officially ended in the beginning of 2007 when I changed schools. That's a whole different story that might be too graphic for this site. I'm so grateful with the way my life has turned out.
Love, Danielle
Total Comments 2
Comments
-
Im sorry for your loss. I can relate.Posted 09-27-2008 at 11:07 PM by orbitalpunk
-
Posted 09-28-2008 at 09:02 AM by SusieP.
