I have a love/hate relationship with my mother...which I suspect is really not all that unusual. The problem is, well, my mom's problems are the problem. And they're too complex and too stressful to delve into. (Why did I stop going to therapy?)

Anyhow, for the past year or so, I've watched my family crumbling. I've watched her alianate my sister, my stepdad, not to mention my own mixed feelings of anger and pity.

Though I've watched the family moving farther apart, I never thought it would totally disentegrate...until now.

After Christmas, my mom and stepdad are getting a divorce. I'm sure this sounds anti-climactic to most of you, whom I'm sure have experienced divorce before. I myself am a product of a broken home...only I was too young to remember the separation. I had only to deal with the aftermath.