Two Christmases, double the presents? Two Thanksgivings, double the food? Two separate families, double the love? Can having divorced parents really be that spectacular? No, not even close, not even relatively in the correct direction. Team Mom vs. Team Dad is basically what it comes down to, it’s a fight, a competition to them. Who will their child love more, and the heights they’ll go to? Planting rotten seeds within their children in hopes of swaying their opinions about the other. It’s absolutely atrocious, the barbaric phrases directed at someone who they claimed to have loved. The idea that they intentionally slandered their name, and right in front of their children, only to cause their child to believe that the half of them obtained from them is tainted. Who do you believe though? You couldn’t possible believe both of them, because that would mean you as a whole, the human being that they created together is simply a tainted individual and never will be pure.

How can parents not realize the harm they bestow upon their child, are they really that oblivious to where they have their head shoved so far up their ass they can’t just work together to make their kid, have the happiest life possible? It’s a game of tug-of-war and it’s tearing you apart and that means absolutely nothing to them. All they want to do is win and it doesn’t dawn upon them until its too late, you can’t win your kids love with the cursing of their other parent’s name, all that does is permanently scar them.

It’s even worse when one side is better off than the other. That all they care about is being able to provide more materialistic things than the other and it’s truly sickening that when the hypothetical question of living with your other parent arises in conversation they aren’t hesitant to bring up all the tangible things they can give you, and what the other couldn’t provide and are so caught up within their egotistical attitude that they don’t provide what is necessary. Love, affection, approval, and that’s all that’s really wanted. To be accepted and not ridiculed for your mistakes but more guided in the right directions. It’s not spectacular, it’s one Christmas, double the pain. One Thanksgiving, double the longing for their presence. One family, double the separation.