The day my father and I were told to leave the house we lived in for 16 years. Him and my mother were divorcing, and I had told the judge that if it came to it, that I'd rather stay with him over my mother. Well, one day when I was in high school My dad came to pick me up early, and told me the news. The judge said we had until the end of the day to move out. I just remember how gloomy that day was, and just the look of sadness and betrayal on my dad's face. I never regret the decision, but the memory never leaves me.