divorce hurts.

It’s a Friday night and as the clock strikes five, everyone is rushed into the living room to wait and look out the window for her. When her limited edition 2009 perfectly clean, black jetta pulls in the driveway everyone rushes around as if we are in world war two and being bombarded by nazi soldiers. They won’t even look at each other anymore and usually the only way they communicate is through email or me. She never gets out of the car and is almost always talking on her cell phone, but we still have to grab our stuff as quickly as possible and run outside and get in the car as fast as we can so she will drive us away to our home for the weekend. I feel like a bag of rocks being dragged around from house to house. This place isn’t a home. A home is where your family is. A home should be comforting and inviting. Why do I feel so out of place here? I’m so confused. I’m so lost. Why do things like this happen? Divorce. It hurts. It sucks. It’s extremely painful and exhausting. I don’t understand it. They always say that they don’t ‘love’ each other anymore, but did they ever love each other in the first place? Sure, maybe it was puppy love in high school but did they really love each other unconditionally like they vowed on their marriage day? If they did then why are they divorced? Do such feelings really change? If they didn’t ‘love’ each other why would they get married in the first place? And they always say they will still love us, but if they really loved us, why would they want to put us through so much pain and hurt and disappointment and neglectment? Sure there are some situations when it is best for the kids, but I still just don’t understand it. Why this? Why does this have to be the outcome? Divorce. It hurts.