It started off great, then divorce that I took really well, since my dad moved to an apartment that wasn't that far. I accually liked it alot better that way, since we could hang out on weekends without my mom. ^_^
Then he moved to house even closer to mine, just up the street. I met his landlord and landlady who are now considered my grandparents pretty much. That was a really good time.
My parents got back together, and my mom sold our old little house which really sucked. We moved in with my dad, and after that it was on again off again. My mom and I got our little house back and moved there. My dad still lived up the street, but I didn't visit him alot for a while since he was being really angry and stuff like that. Soon he moved out far away, like 4 provinces away, and I really miss him.
The divorce was fine at first, but then the guilt started to make me feel bad because I didn't visit him while I should have, and then he moved... I think I'm about to cry now.