Setting: A Sunday drive through the beautiful mountains of northwest Wyoming. Dad is driving, Mom is in the passenger seat, I am sitting in the middle.
Characters: Mom (crying), Dad (upset), two year old me
Conflict: Who knows?
Two year old me: Turning to hug my crying mother Mommy, it’s ok. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.
Not the responsibility of a two year old, yet something I’ve had to shoulder all these years- I’ve felt responsible for my parents’ happiness. Or rather, for their unhappiness. I've never felt like I caused it, but I've always felt responsible for fixing it. How does a child fix her parents’ broken marriage?