From Thomas C. Goodhart
My parents divorced when I was about thirteen or so. Probably should better recall when exactly—it certainly was a rough period in my family’s life and my development and maturation—but this is not meant to be a therapeutic exercise nor a rumination about divorce. Wounded and broken but nevertheless intact, all parties have survived and moved on. Such is life in the world we live. And I might add, having good parents, extended family, and generally a very good support system especially in the church I would call myself quite fortunate. I’m grateful.
I share this here because I’ve been thinking about how I thought back then. Back then as an adolescent/young teen I had the gift of knowing it all.