One adult child of divorce shares feelings on divorce and spending childhood trying to live in two homes.

As a kid I always had two birthday parties. For most, this may sound really great but it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. My parent’s are divorced. I spent my childhood going back and forth between homes. My life was not my own. My parent’s “agreement” dictated where I would go for which holiday and for how long.

The truth is that I never really felt that I belonged in either home after my parents remarried.