Hope is in the eye of the beholder

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I’m an optimist. I was five or six when my parents got divorced. I had never heard the word “divorce” before, so I had a little trouble getting my head around it. After asking a few questions about who I would live with and what would happen to my toys, I didn’t think it sounded bad at all.

In my child brain it boiled down to this: Mom and Dad wouldn’t live together. I wouldn’t have to hear Dad yelling…