When I was 6 years old my parents got divorced in new york, they started with screaming and then they started crying. Thank goodness it only lasted a week or so, after my dad moved out my mom did to.
My father stayed in the neighborhood unlike my mom witch went down town, after a couple of months my father got a girlfriend that is still with him. I usually stayed with my mom in a latin school but I saw my dad in the weekends.
After a year my mom went to Germany and she took me with her. At the time my dad thought it was illegal and my parents started fighting with lawyers. And again I was put in a school but this one was a private school called Berlin Metropolitan school.
Now I only see my father in the Holidays when I go to new york, I am now 13 it was just my birth day on the 19th of nov.
My mom has a boyfriend just that I don't always like him because he isn't a really kid friendly person. Anyway thank you for reading bye.