Project Happy

Alexxz Week 2

Aiden-

Today's person of the week is someone who I've known most of my life. Or the important parts anyway... Someone I've corresponded with many times. Someone I've shared classes with. And, as it happens someone who would make me think. Think about what you ask? Myself mostly. Which was a weird concept for me. Not to say I'm a saint and never think about myself... I had just spent so much time thinking about what other people think of me. Its really stupid when you think about it. How much time of MY life I spent thinking about what OTHER people were thinking about. I never really got the chance to just talk about me. But who really wants to hear about me? I'm just an average kid trying to figure out the world. What did it matter that I was only with my father every other weekend from the time I was one until I was four? What did it matter that in my few years I had moved at least twelve times? Because everyone's life is like that right? It's just normal right?! Of course not. But for me, that WAS normal. Moving was never a big deal. Always new people to meet. New friends as well as enemies to make. But what was that doing to ME, to my heart to MY soul? The effects wouldn't be noticed until much later. And when my parents would yell and throw things and my mom would pack up and announce we (me, mom and my brother) were leaving just to make us all walk back 10 minutes later? Well that became normal too. When I was younger I always just WISHED that my parents would get a divorce. I would draw pictures of mom's house and dad's house miles away even though they were still married. Showing my mom because I wanted it to happen so badly. I never thought it through, never thought about how different it would be, the changes that would take place. To my 6-year-old mind nothing would change except that they would stop yelling at each other. But in reality it was way different. Gone was the yelling and screaming in the mornings, evenings, and nights. Gone was the constant support from my dad, the random fancy dinners. The FUN. Things got way harder. Because everyone knows in most cases two people make a lot more money than one. My parents were no longer in the same house, same town, not even the same STATE. but they were still fighting. The divorce didn't magically cure that. It just made me wish that none of it had ever happened. That I wouldn't have to listen to my mother and father cussing each other out ON THE PHONE. That I never heard my parents request that family meeting. The one that changed my life. And I've yet to find out if it's for the better.