The Worst Weekend Of My Life. 6

Months have passed since my parents almost separated, and I'm happy to say that I am back to my normal self for the most part. However, it did take a lot to get to where I am. For one, it took a lot more reflecting than I usually do, and secondly, it took talking to my father directly about everything. At first, I found myself mad and sad at the same time. I was mad at both my parents: My mom, because of her inability to communicate well, and my dad for choosing the path he chose to cope with feeling apprehensive about talking to my mom about how he feels; and I was sad for obvious reasons. I was basically in a morose time of life.. As life went on, my morose state subdued a substantial amount. However, I do have moments where I find myself reflecting too much into the topic and ending up crying when I'm alone. I believe this is just something I may never get over fully, but as long as I am happy for the most part, I see a point to strive in life with the same motivation, if not more, that I had before. My parents have reached a point where they are comfortable with each other, and show affection to each other every now and then. For the most part, my family is happy like it once was, and may even be stronger than before. One thing that I know has benefited from this is the fact that my relationship with my father has grown. I am able to talk to him more openly now, which makes me elated.. So I end this story with two facts: 1) My family is happy to be back to the way it was and with more strength and 2) The one thing that stays on my mind most is that I have a half-brother out there; and that I don't know who he is, where he is, what he's like, and what he looks like...