My brother filed for divorce today, and it just makes me think more about how marriages don’t work. I’m also just being to think if “love” is really worth it. My parents are divorced (since I was 1) and I always grew up wondering why don’t they kiss like my friends parents why don’t they love each other? All my life I have grown up wondering what went wrong, now I have to watch my beatiful nephew go through what I did. So what is the point of getting ”married”? You marry one and another not knowing if it will work out bring kids into the mix and mess with their lifes. Everyday I wonder what it would be like to see my parents together happily under one roof. Or what a real relationship really is. I have always been scared that I don’t know how to love someone cause I never grew up watching my parents be in love. All I know is I would never do that to my children.







