Things did change, daddy was never around when I needed him, so I grew a lot closer to mom. By the time I was 12, my dad and I didn’t have the relationship we used to. But then things got worse, I didn’t think it was possible, considering the emotional scars were too much to bear and I was still having trouble facing the fact that my parents didn’t love each other anymore. Then daddy found someone else. I was 13 and having those typical teenage problems, boys, peer pressure and clothes. This wasn’t helping any of it. I didn’t want anything to screw up the life I was forced to get used to. Dad’s girlfriend was kept a secret from us which hurt even more. Dad could always tell me anything, even after the divorce. They had a child a year later. I love my new sister to death, but sometimes it feels like her and her mom took the place of me and my other sister in dad’s heart. I know my mom and dad loved each other when they got married, but I wonder how much of it was in their heads. All I know is that divorce scars the child more than the parents. We’re the ones bounced between houses where the rules and people are different. I see those pictures of me and daddy and we looked so happy. Now, there’s not even one picture with just the two of us. I wonder how he’ll feel when he looks back on his life and realizes he gave up the most precious thing you can own…a daughter.