I have been AWOL for sometime now, and it is because both my parents are in town at the moment. I love them both dearly, but at times it is tricky when they are both so close by. Anyway, this post is inspired by them.
When I was five years old, my parents – who are both Iranian – decided to divorce.
They weren’t exactly revolutionary, but divorce still wasn’t common in Persian culture. I was young and barely remember living in a nuclear family, so it was easy on me, while divorcing allowed them to work on remaining “friends” so that their only child didn’t grow up with estranged parents.
I have friends whose divorced parents are on poor terms. It is an unnecessary pain. I’m not saying my parents are Ross and Rachel, but at least they don’t need to talk through me.
Growing up with divorced parents has many interesting facets, not least of all is their romantic lives.