Professor Harris M.D.
26 June 2015
Part I: Subjective Presentation
I was thirteen, a happy teenager headed home from a weekend at the lake alongside my best friend and her family. It was one of the moments in life that I will never forget in hindsight, for many different reasons. We had spent all weekend on the boat, laughing, and tubing. At thirteen, I had my family, my friends, food and shelter over my head. What more could a girl ask for? On the four-hour car ride home I had been calling my parents, and else anyone that I could think of to let them know we were safe and headed home, all without hearing a word back. I began to have a gut feeling that something wasn’t right; my gut knew something that I…show more content… We all thought that we were the ones to blame, that we had been the bad kids that had split up our parents. I didn’t talk to my dad for a long time; I couldn’t bear it while I was living with my mom. She was inconsolable for a year. She would cry on my shoulder and wonder what went wrong. In hindsight, there was a lot wrong with their marriage. They fought and argued, and overall weren’t happy for a long time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to not do things that I know I will regret, and I regret not talking to my dad. Over the years, we’ve had conversations about how I acted and how bad it hurt him and it’s one of the few things in my life that I will always regret. I was young and didn’t stop to think about how it would really affect him, but I wish that I could have gotten past the hurt and anger that I felt and reached out to him sooner. To me, I blamed my dad, because I lived with my mom and she blamed my dad. It was difficult having only one parent speak so badly about another parent and I didn’t know how to handle it.
There were so many legal aspects to my parents divorce; it took three years for the process to finally be settled. It took three years for life to return to a semi-normal state. The lawyers