Also, before I get going, I have to say 'thank you' to my family for being cool enough with me telling this story which, while it is my own perception and experience with the whole thing, affects everyone I discuss. So thanks, family; I love you all.
However, I did ask them to get a divorce when I was nine. An unforgettable Christmas outing to see The Nutcracker ended in an almost-car-accident (caused by my father's clown driving) that nearly killed us all. It led to one of the biggest fights I’ve ever witnessed my parents have and my sister and I found ourselves at the local Albertson’s at 10pm, pushed in a shopping cart by my mom, who was attempting to cool off before heading back. It was on the car ride home that I asked; my mom answered with a defeated, “I don’t know, Elizabeth,” and my sister started sobbing.