So, the other day, my mom announced that when we finally sell our house, se'll be moving into two houses. This was her way of telling us that my parents are separating. To be honest, I'm not surprised, I've been expecting it for a while, but I was really hoping that I was imagining things, or blowing things out of proportion. Obviously, I wasn't. So now, we'll be spending two weeks with my mom, and two weeks with my dad. The great thing about being 18 is that I can choose who to live with.
I hate the whole idea!!! I wish this didn't have to happen, but since it has, I'm taking things pretty well, if I do say so myself. I haven't really cried yet, just a bit when I first found out, and I've basically been pretending nothing's changed between my parents and I. I treat them the same way, even though I don't really feel the same way anymore, because I don't know how else to act. I'm so confused. I feel as if my world is coming apart, but I am unable to do anything about it. It's so hard to pretend that nothing's wrong, but I don't want any attention, people feeling sorry for me or something. It's not as if someone died. Things are just going to be different.



This was probably a bad idea, writing this here, but I can't really talk about this to my parents, they're already acting different. I guess I can write this here, because it isn't as vocal, not as direct. I don't know, it just feels easier to write this on the internet, because no one can see me, or something like that. Silly. I know.