2001 was the worst year.
It was the year my parents split. My mom and sisters moved to Virginia. I stayed in California with my dad. This was after deciding to go to college locally (even though I got into some really good state schools). I think everyone in my family was surprised that I didn't go with my mom. Heck, I was surprised. Up until (and for a while, beyond) that point, I didn't get along with my dad very well.
They left, and soon after I started college. High school was really easy for me. I got good grades without much effort, and I never had to study. It turned out college was not similar. I was not prepared for the amount of work I needed to do. And I needed to study, which was something I never learned.
About a month after that, Aaron left on his mission. (For those who don't know, when Mormons go on missions there is very little communication with home. Two phone calls a year, and weekly letters. For two years.) So, everyone I loved (and who loved me back) left in the span of about 4 months.
It was the worst time in my life.
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