“Hey Alexander, I have a question for you. Have you ever thought about living with me?" These are the words my father said to me on a scorching June day in 2005. I was paralyzed and wasn't sure how to answer the question. The question wasn't shocking to me; my father had mentioned for some time. What I didn't know, though, was that this question would impact my life. Divorce is a terrible thing. One of the only things that's worse is being a child of divorced parents more being together was heartbreaking. Even though I was only 6 years old at the time, it had a big impact on my life. Both my parents remarrying was equally excruciating. Being young, I thought there was a possibility that were angry with each other and that they would eventually get back together, after some time apart. Remarrying me closed that door tightly. Years passed until the summer before my fourth grade year. My father wanted to go vacationing with family in Kansas City for a weekend. It was amazing; we stayed in a cabin outside Worlds of Fun and went to the two parks. On the car ride home my father asked the question. Being confined to a 5 passenger Camry there was nowhere to go. The silence that followed was disturbing. No one spoke for a minute or two, until my sister broke the silence: "Yes, I want to live with you." Not knowing how to respond, I shook my head slightly in agreement. Weeks passed until my father decided he wanted to take my mother to court. At that point I still had no idea whether or not I really wanted to live with my father. To make matters worse there was constant propaganda from both my parents about how bad the other parent was. I felt like I was… in the middle of a paper… the right decision? Would my father never want to see me again? These were difficult questions for a young boy to handle. I spent many nights wondering if I had made the right decision and what I could have said to make the judge decide differently. Choosing a side is incredibly difficult; one side will always lose. Looking back on my decision, I know I made the right one. My stepmother eventually went crazy, which led to my father getting divorced. If I had gone to live with my father, I would have been sucked into that giant mess. My mom and dad get along well now. It's a rare occurrence that both of them aren't at one of my sporting events and cheering for me together. It's hard to imagine how different my life would have been if I had told the judge I wanted to live with my father. All I know is that I'm really happy I made the decision I did.