I'm white and I'm 20. My parents divorced late last year.

I was always pretty comfortable around my parents, until my dad got "cancer." At least, that's what I was told for the last 6 years up until recently when I found out the truth.

Once my parents split up, I could see the kind of people they really are.

My mom is awesome. She's happy, moving on with her life, and I actually work at the same company she does now. She is doing her best to live her life to the fullest.

My dad, on the other hand, is a depressed crybaby who wants attention and can't seem to take care of himself. I go to see him at his house every now and then, and help him with things around the house. I love him, but I barely respect him/life him anymore.