My Beginning memories

I grew up in a broken home. If you think that kids don’t remember parents fighting, you would be wrong. My parents divorced when I was young thankfully, however I remember the arguments. I think I was two and thats when the most vivid fight happened.

I remember my mom walking on a treadmill in her room or maybe it was the jiggler. My mom and dad were arguing over something. (That’s the thing about memories, details are sometimes blurred). I was with my brother outside the door watching and they shut the door. I remember my brother going in the room and coming out immediately. Being younger I followed suit and want into the room.

When I walked in the arguing continued and I stood next to my mom on her machine. I vividly remember them yellowing and all of a sudden a glass of cocola flew across the room. I was now covered in soda. I ran out crying and told my brother to not go in there.

I don’t remember alot of fights, but that one stands out. Did it impact me? yes. Do I argue with my husband in front of my kids? yes. Unfortunately that experience didn’t break me enough and I am still human.

What is my point from this blog? Well I am not really sure. I think to show that memories are strong and to really think back. What do you remember? Are you breaking cycles? Are you doing better than your parents? I definitely think I am doing better in my marriage, but everyday is work and it isn’t easy. I am choosing to do better and so can you. So my question I will end every post with is this. Are you Ok? Are you Really?