Divorce changes everyone. When my parents broke the news that they were getting divorced, my brother and I cried for hours. I was only in 8th grade and didn’t understand why they would want to leave each other. I knew they had their problems, their parenting styles would always conflict, and they would argue loudly about the simplest problems. However, it never occurred to me that they would stop loving one another and would no longer want to be married. About two months after they told us, my dad found an apartment about 10 minutes away from my childhood home. It was small, but not the worst place to live. The only downside was that it was a two bedroom apartment, meaning that I would have to share a room with my younger brother. Since I was