I do wish that my mom had stayed with my mom.  I don't know what kind of person I would be today but I know that I wouldn't be the same.  I think I would definitely be weaker.  The things that I've been through since my parents divorced haven't killed me and they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  I have held on to that belief becasue I feel like I am stronger mentally than most people I have met.  I would like to believe that I could go through anything and do anything no matter what the mental consequences but I can't I still have limits but as far as I know those limits are far beyond most poeple that I've seen.  My mom's situation is one main thing that has made me stronger.  Being called names hurt, yes, but I learned valuable lessons about people's opinions and I learned how to judge people's attitudes.  When my mom moved away, I hated it.  I hated the fact that she was leaving us with our dad.  But that's when I grew strongest.  My dad made us do everything that kept us alive without anyone telling us.  Although we didn't clean the house we washed, cooked, and dressed by ourselves, we made ourselves happy by playing in the woods with our cousin.  When we would go up to Virginia and visit our mom I hated leaving b/c that made me hate our situation even more.  I hated to see our mom cry b/c it made me cry.  It kept me going that she still cared about us that she still wanted us around.  When we came back and found that our dad was going to get remarried...I didn't know what to think.  I was glad to be sure, but then I found out what she was.  She was what many would call evil.  She made us do everything we were used to but made us clean, it wasn't a bad thing but if we didn't do i tlike she said to she would beat us and blame her life on us.  I didn't like her but being with her made me sorta stand up for myself on the inside and made me learn to ignore everything and put up with tons of pain both mentally and physically.  When I finally moved to Virginia I was ready to be silent caught up in my books and pretty much staring at the floor.  Then I met friends and they made me even stronger.  No matter what my mom was.  They didn't care, I didn't either.  I still don't.  I am glad I met those friends I did.  They taught me to be myself and do what I wanted when I could because that is what you pay people for.  To do what you want them to.  I became stronger and am now living on my own and doing pretty well I think.  I am strong because my situation played against me most of the time and I lived through it and I still have those morals that I instilled in myself, and most people like me.