- (via gnarlyswell)
don’t you ever wonder? I mean what kind of life your going to have later in the future? Will you marry someone who genuinely loves you, will you get divorced? Will you have kids, grand kids? Its all such an insane mystery to us. Wouldn’t you just like to take some small glimpse into your future? Just to know it’ll all be okay.
When your parents are divorced, kids tend to feel more comfortable in the home of one parent than another. For the simple fact that you feel more comfortable to the step siblings and to the parent and maybe even the step parent. I never thought this included me because I had always recognized my step siblings as my real ones. We had grown up together and shared important moments in our lives together. But now that I’m older and I have gotten the chance to live in not only my moms house but my dads as well I have come to realize I too feel more at place in one home than the other. My moms is where I lived full time until college. Me and my younger step sister (who I consider my real sister) have this unbreakable bond. She knows everything and I believe I know everything about her. We have eachothers back and I will always be there for her. She will be the godmother to my child someday and my made of honor at my wedding. My mom and I fight a lot but since I’ve finished high school I too tell her a lot of things going on in my life. My step dad has never made me feel unwelcomed. We’ve had out fair share of issues but now we have seemed to find a common ground. As for my dads house. I get along with my dad and my step mom very well. My step brother and I used to be close but through the years we have drastically drifted far apart. My older step sister I used to always look up too. I loved the idea of having an older sister to help guide me and teach me. But she has never done any of that… She doesn’t seem to ever help me in any situation and it saddens me because I had once hoped for a real relationship with her…. So as you can see, I don’t think I belong where I am now… But I don’t know how to leave either…