We put the Y in Dysfunctional

When I was little, I was super self conscious of my family structure. In fourth grade, there were only two of us in the entire fourth grade with divorced parents. We happened to be in the same class. I remember our teacher calling us out into the hall to talk to us while someone told the rest of the kids that our parents were divorced. Nice, a really great thing to do to make us feel less alienated. My family structure was very fluid as my dad got married four times. His first marriage was to my mom and we … Read more…

What it really meant

The day is still scratched into my memory. Dave and I were sitting in the den (do we even say the word den in this century?) on the pull out sofa bed. It was pulled out because that’s where dad was sleeping. We were watching The Brady Bunch and cutting pictures out of catalogs – a favorite pastime of mine. I cut my finger with the scissors as Dave and I were discussing what we were about to be told. We knew Mom and Dad were about to call us downstairs to tell us something we didn’t quite understand. I … Read more…