Today was not a bad day until I finished tutoring Martin. It was such a beautiful day at Santa Barbara. You just gotta love the weather, and living 10 minutes from Beach is just awesome. So I went to classes, and took my tests today, and I think I did pretty well on them. And I went to tutor Martin in the afternoon. After tutoring, his mom told me this will be the last week tutoring him. I didn’t ask her why, but she just was very honest, and told me that she and her husband just separated. I was in shock, and I didn’t know what to do besides saying I’m sorry. And she started to cry, so I offered her a hug, but I’m sure there is nothing I could do at that moment.
When I left their home, my heart ached and is still aching really bad, and had tears in my eyes. I never really thought about how I felt when my parents’ divorce. I sighed as I drove back to my apartment, “There is one more broken family in this world.” I felt the pain as she told me about the separation. Even though I’m not her, I understand where she’s coming from because of what my mom, my siblings and I had been through. Martin also has a younger brother and sister. A mom with three kids, just like us… my heart is sreaming out loud, and please excuse my language, “what the flip is going on?! I don’t understand! Why does this have to happen to kids like them? Why do parents separate? Why can’t they think thoroughly before they get married?”
Martin and his siblings are just as innocent as we were. My parents separated when I was 8, and my brother and sister were 3 and 6 respectively, and now that Martin is 8, his brother is 3 and his sister is 6, and I totally feel the relation between us. How are they going to feel once they find out the truth? A part of me saying that they will be fine, and will get used to it just like us, but are they really going to be okay?! Different people have different kinds of perspectives of lives when it comes to family. Some blame themselves that they are not good enough for their parents, so they separated; Some think that it was father’s fault; some think it was mother’s fault. When people get older, they find out more about why their parents separated. There is a part of me saying that my father was never there for me. So how about Martin’s father?! Will he be there for him and his siblings? or is he just going be there for some special occasions? I don’t know… because it’s not my place to ask. Like my friend, Patrick, said, each family has its own way working. They will have to work it out somehow.
On top of that, is his mother going to be emotionally and financially okay? how is his mother going to support three kids? All of the questions are pondering in my head right now. I have to say my mother was a strong lady when she divorced my father. She took care of us, went to work, went on business trips, came home, cooked for us, checked our homework, took us to trips, and etc. She is a super woman. Now that I think about it, I have soo much respect for her, and I appreciate her more.
It’s such a beautiful day today, but my day has gone bad because of family problems. Separation and divorce is still going to go on and on. When will this be ended? I guess no one will be able to have an answer for this question…
