The game always seemed to bring upon a sense of enjoyment for Mom and Dad but, not that night, and not for several weeks before. Molly and I had pretended that nothing unusual was going on, but we knew, we both knew. My parents frequently fought and if they were not fighting, then they were in their own personal solitude. Molly and I had learned long before that night that silence was sometimes better than sounds, we did not say much that night.

Tension was something that was common in a room with my family in it. We were all standing in a balloon and I knew it was about to burst.

It was several Sunday evenings later and, unlike the past few Sundays the house was loud with chat

Dad picks me up on Friday night and there are no more card games with the family, no more arguments, no more pretending. I look at how we lived those last months of their marriage and how we all live now, although we are no longer together we are all happier with our lives, ourselves, and each other. I understand that my parents are not perfect, I understand that my parents are human.

I always thought that love would hold my parents together, that that was their bond, I was wrong. I think that my pain came not from their divorce but, from my expectations of them, I thought my parents were perfect.

ter. Molly was in her room, Mom was doing laundry, Dad had "things to do" and I sat at the wooden lonely table, shuffling the worn ripped cards. We had always had time to play; we would always meet there at the table at night's break, but not that Sunday.

Mom and Dad had gotten into a fight tha

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