I would like to know why it is often difficult to live in broken families. Especially the divorced ones. It's one thing for your parents to separate when you're a child, but it's another thing when you go through 15 years of your life thinking you'll always be a family like it was for me. I have to say that the most significant moment in my life was when my parents were going through a divorce. Christmas had just passed and the new year of 1998 was quickly approaching. My parents always argued, but this time the arguments seemed to almost degenerate into a real fight. That evening I was supposed to go out with my future boyfriend. My father didn't think much of it. The hours passed normally and I was going out with my date to go to the cinema. My mind was at ease about my parents screaming while I watched Mortal Combat 2 in the theater. When I got home my parents were already in bed and that's where I was headed too. Before I had a chance to change into my pajamas, the phone had rang. It was Chris, the boy I had gone out with that evening, calling me to remember our first date just gone by. We talked for about two hours, getting boring and worried that my dad might get up for a glass of water and find me on the phone at midnight, I told Chris I had to go. So I said goodbye and went to bed thinking about how boring it would be to go back to school the next day. The irreparably shocking sound of my alarm woke me up at the usual 5:30 am. . Groggy and cold I headed towards the bathroom and then towards the kitchen. At first glance everything was normal but a second look revealed that our computer was gone, not very surprised to walk back down the hall to my sister's room. Shannon, my sister, was almost completely ready for school. Trying to sound calm, I asked her, "Shannon, um... Where's the computer?" She didn't seem surprised at all by what I asked. "Mom took it with her when she went to work around 3:00." dad they fought again, but this time it wasn't nice." "OH?