The rare times that we were able to call my dad I treasured. I think the worst phone call I received from him was when I could hear bombs and guns being shot as I comprehended what was happening the phone call ended. I didn’t know if my dad was alright or what had even happened. After I would get off the phone and hand it back to my mom I would go back to being a five year old until I heard the constant yelling. I guess I really don’t remember what I thought was happening I knew I would go to my mom and see her crying. These types of phones call continued for a long time. My mom brought my brother and I together to talk to us about what was happening. She proceeded to tell us her and my dad were getting a divorce. At this point I really didn’t care because I didn’t really know what divorce was. The feeling didn’t settle in until I started to see my mom meeting other guys. I began to resent my mom because she was supposed to be with my dad not another guy. The yelling phone calls still continued, one night I was on the phone with my dad and I was asked the worst question of my