Dear Diary,

Today is Tuesday, March 18, 2008.

I know I haven't posted in a while, but the post I am about to write will be long, most likely. So I think this post will make up for Saturday's.

You may have noticed recently that my posts have been rather boring; the only major news that has happened in my life since I started my Bravenet service would be the August rainstorm that left us without power and with several inches of water in my basement, and the social aspect that my friend Louisa has disintegrated into dust. Most of you have not heard about some of this, so please, if you are lost, feel free to check back on previous blog entries and find the few posts were I posted about these certain events.

As for the recent news in past blog entries, my grades are good, school is good, family is good; my life is good. That is the message most blog entries of the past convey. But what I am about to detail will drastically change my life forever and possibly change the outlook and mood of my blog posts for a while.

I know you all who are reading this are on the edge of your seats, waiting for me to tell you what has happened in my life. Well, here's the moment you've been waiting for...

On Sunday morning, I woke up at about 9:00, a normal, typical day in our household. Breakfast was consumed about a 1/2 hour later, and I went back upstairs to blog-hop, YouTube, Fanpop, and other websites which I find interesting and addicting at the same time. For instance, YouTube can have me on the website for hours, looking at other's videos, checking my messages and video comments/responses. I went to the bathroom to check on Penny, and my dad came in and asked me what I was doing. I responded normally, saying I was playing with Penny and going to the bathroom. He replied with an abrupt "Ok", and I heard him shut the door a few seconds later. This at once confused me; he came in to ask what I was doing and then left? He usually has a purpose for coming into my room, on a normal basis.

Then, a few minutes later, when I was out of the bathroom, my mom came in and asked me to come downstairs for a few minutes. I reluctantly agreed, moaning in the process. I came down about 2 or 3 minutes later and sat on the couch. My brothers paused the television. I asked, "Is this a family meeting?" I asked. My mom nodded, and I was a little curious. We don't have family meetings often, and I was eager to know what was going on.

My mom started off saying "Umm... you may have noticed in the past few years that your dad and I haven't been as loving as we used to be..."

An alarm went off in my mind. I let her finish the sentence before I fully developed my thoughts.

But my brother Ted interrupted, with the exact same words I had been thinking in my head.

"You're getting a divorce, aren't you?"

My mom nodded slowly.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"No, I'm not," My mom softly replied.

I immediately buried my face in my hands and started to cry. My brother Ted had also begun to cry. Evan remained motionless, as if in shock. My dad went to comfort my brother and my mom came to me and gave me a hug and rubbed my back.

OMG was all I could think in my mind. I was in shock, as if unable to believe that this was actually happening. My brother Ted read my mind and said the same thing out loud.

My mom and dad switched people to comfort. My dad lifted me off the couch, sat down, and put me in his lap, cradling me in his arms. He started to cry as he heard me sob. "I'm so sorry Megs. I know I've  let you down. I'm so sorry."

He tried to hide his tears by crying so softly I could barely hear him. My mom tried to explain the logistics, by saying we would see dad almost every other weekend because my dad was moving out. He hadn't looked for a house yet, but hopefully the house would be close by. This made me sob even harder, to know that Dad wouldn't live here anymore. My brother, Evan, left the room. I think he didn't want to see both of his siblings crying, and trying to be the tough brother he wants to be, he didn't want to cry and seem like a baby, which is surprising because he seems to cry more than my other brother and me.

My mother went to comfort Evan and Ted came over to Dad and I. I felt a little squished and uncomfortable but these small factors didn't matter at the moment. I felt as if my world, my good, happy life was falling apart. The crying became softer as the minutes passed by. I threw some loud sobs in here and there, but in a few minutes we were just sniffling. But the uncomfortable level had reached an extreme, and I attempted to adjust myself. My dad grunted and I apologized. At this moment, we exchanged kisses and then Ted and I went upstairs. My dad said we would leave to go to Starbucks in a few minutes. I nodded and then headed upstairs.

Most of you probably haven't dealt with this situation or circumstances before. It's hard; brutal in fact. This fact seems devastating and impossible to deal with at the time when you first hear it.

But as the days pass, the concept gets a little easier to understand. I have asked some legitimate questions that have cleared up a little confusion.

I told most of my friends on Monday, some Sunday and today. The ones who understood gave me a huge hug; others gave me their condolences, but most, and the good ones, stuck around me all day and made sure I knew they were always there for me and to make sure I was OK. My friends right now are the most wonderful I could have in the world; special to me and  the best friends a girl could have. My parents have also been supportive, and I have been supportive to them a little as well. I hope they understand that I still love them even though this is happening, and we will all get through this together. After all, if you think hard and with time, things aren't going to be as bad as they seem.

"At least someone's not dying," My friend said and a thought I had processed through my mind. At first, when they sat me down to talk about the latest news, I thought my grandmother had died, which would have been much worse. I would have lost someone permanently; my dad will still be there always; and my parents have always loved me and will still love me even through this difficult time.

And now, on a happier note, I got a 98% on my recent Math test, and Spring Break is coming up. I asked my parents about the Spring Break arrangements, and I'm going to my grandparents' house in Florida with my brothers and Mom, and Colorado to ski with my brothers and Dad. My first Spring Break with my parents separated; sounds weird and different. Those of you in the Bravenet-osphere who can give me advice or insight; I would appreciate any of your help.

Well, does that post make up for Saturday? I hope so! As promised, I attached, this time, TWO of my YouTube videos below and I hope you enjoy!


If you watched my Culver Woodcraft '07 Memories YouTube video, you may have seen some of these clips in the video. But both are the full versions, and I hope you enjoy. This is a video of my friend Rebecca from Culver singing the Mountain Dew theme song/commercial.



Again, if you watched my Culver Woodcraft '07 Memories video, a part of the following clip appeared in that video. But this is the complete version, in case you were interested!



~Meg/GilmoreGirl1188
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Hey meg.
I am so very sorry about your mom and dad. I know how you feel as my parents divorced too. I promise you things will seem better soon! Take care
Love BB xxx

I am so sorry to hear that, Meg. Although my parents aren't divorced and I cannot possibly imagine what that must feel like and what you must be going through, I know you must be heartbroken and I hope everything goes all right. You will be included in my prayers.

Hello Meg. I haven't talked to you in while, and I just wanted to make sure you're hanging in there with everything that is going on. Big hugs and take care! -- Charlotte.