I have had an unfortunate year and a half. My parents were going to get divorced- but never told me when or what to expect or how things were going to change. It was a mystery.
And then a horrific car crash. A broken father and still divorce looms like a dark cloud with villains in the wings waiting for the storm to break.
I was a caretaker to someone who couldn't remember his own thoughts or feelings. I had to advocate for him when I felt most like I didn't even know him. I felt betrayed by all the secrets and things no one wanted to talk about.
And now today when I come back home from school and he doesn't even remember that I've been gone for three weeks.
I hate not knowing how things will turn out and I hate not having any say in the matter. 
I wish things were different.