I was torn apart. Even though I was so young, I hated seeing my family slowly breaking apart. I was about 2 years old and I was starting to learn lots about relationships...good and bad. I felt as if I was the reason for the arguing for the most part, as if I knew how to end it... I was 2 ... I acted as if I wasn't aware but cried on dark nights. "He's a jerk, I'm really considering a divorce."said one of the ladies from daycare. I asked what a "devose " meant and she looked at me sideways.
