and we often spent many Saturday mornings eating Cheerios and watching cartoons together. Until now, anyway. Dad was leaving. Mom had had enough. It was over, she said. I sat silently playing with my shoelaces, completely denying that this was even happening.
             The divorce was final on October 10, 1994. My dad had moved out and got an apartment just up the street. My eyes still fill with tears when I recall hearing his voice telling me that everything was going to be okay. It wasn't. My mom got tired of being a single parent very quickly. A week and a half after
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