Hersey High School - Endeavor Yearbook (Arlington Heights, IL)

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I will never .forget the looks on the children 's faces when we told them. You could see the mixture of emotions building inside them. It was just as confus- ing to them as it was to me. When you think about it though, is divorce easily understood by anyone? I had always thought that my family was a happy one, but I guess from my husband's point of view it wasn't. It was around Christmas time when he started act- ing strangel y, and I just couldn 't put m y Hnger on it. It was really beginning to bother me and I just couldn 't keep it in any longer. One morning I approach ed him. Is something wrong between us? I asked kind of hesitantly. I can 't really talk now or I ll be late for work. We ll talk tonight, he said. On that note he left for work. All through the day I wondered what he could pos- sibly have to say, and the thought of it kind of scared me. I tried toput it out ofmy mind but Ijust couldn 't. I was counting the minutes until he would get home so I could relieve m yself of this feeling. When he finally did get home, he was very quiet, verjb untalkative. I knew he had something on his min . We were sitting in the family room watching televi- sion. Both children wei P sleeping. I would look at him and he would turn away, as ifhe couldn 't bear to look at me. Then he spoke. Ian not happy anymore. I want a divorce. The words just went in one ear and out the other. I hadn't really grasped hold of them for a couple of seconds. When I Hnall y realized that the words were reality, I was shocked. He had to be kidding. It was a joke, We hardly ever fought and we got along quite well. We got into a discussion about it, and I realized that he wasn't kidding. He didn't love me anymore. He had someone else. I will never forget the incredible surge of pain that raced through me. I had a lump in my throat that would not cease. The pain was so great, that I find it hard to describe it. It was two weeks before Christmas when he told me, and he requested that we not tell the children until after Christmas. I said that that wasn 't fair to them. They had a right to know what was going on in Aim Grant r .1-eff5h :I QfA?5M 21: '-... Mug- f--. ' 1 1 J' S 'rf its qwatkxafl' .L -, . '- fn AzH'V x'13N-Q,3'f ,tif-Ye: ik' agar' ' .h Iggy- : pf '25,,-wffie-..,E'-'f L '.'M,':,,2- -if . f .:f4f' 1 .zf.1effrf- 1- R .'g1.fQ:1.fz' V:-.ri f A ' f. v L I :ff . ' .... if 1, Y - Q11 1 xii! Q4 ' xii ai-2' V' 1 2 433 fi I ttf.. .itil ai.-'If - ' ' 1 fy.-'31 WISE w ve. ,gy 2 l..,..,ff, ,,.- . ,ig ,.f ,. .. - .v,,l: .13ef3,rg 1,g:, ,. A r -y...,,, I gif :gg 1 , Mai'-a.f?g, 1 '1,.v.g,, iii.,-zz .1 Z.:cf ' w it imtfbas f 'Qs-t.-.D ..ff.,t5fe., ' , f'?t-599,32 Q ,KS-.. 31:3 - I . f . 11' . - ? 2 ff finttf rf.. .,, , :Q 'pi' . N, -, -. LE:.'.'-g:,,,g:: ,df f. H f .9929-'Qi' -1-:f ' '- X . Jw :f1..ig'E4 -. Q- . . ,A .-fc,-332' 47-:gm ,J I Q. , sf- x. . 7 21 fxygecs ,.-.Nu f-4 .iq ww 'ff M J. A . CAROL YN KERSEMEIER '84 their own home, for our daughter had already sensed that something was wrong. He was opposed to it, but he went along with it because it was what I wanted. Since when did he care what I wanted? I didn 't want a divorce and did everything in my po wer to get him to change his mind. It didn 't matter, however. He was leaving no matter what I said or did. Telling our two children was the hardest part of all. I demanded that he tell them because it was what he wanted. We were all sitting in the living room. He started to speak. Your mother and I are getting a divorce. That was all he said. My daughter immediately broke into uncontrolla- ble sobs. My son just sat there not knowing what to do. It irritated me that this was what be wanted and he left all the explaining up to me! My da ugh ter 's sobs and the look on my son's face will always be a vivid part of my memory. From then one, nothing was the same. Christmas went by with none of us really acknowledging it. Trying to be happy just isn't the same as the real thing. He stayed at the house for the week after Christ- mas. I don 't know why I ever agreed to that. It was so hard to see him there, especially to see him sleep on the couch. The days just dragged by. We all just walked around in a state of what seemed to be unconscious- ness. No one talked. My daughter and I cried. My son felt it hard to show his emotions. No one knew what to say. He left January Ist. The children and I went to my sister's so we wouldn 't be there to see him leave. It made it a little easier not having to see him in the house. As I look back now, I really thought that I was going to have an emotional breakdown. It was one of the most - no, the most - traumatic thing that's ever happened to me. Although it 's getting easier, at least once a day I think about it and cry quietly inside. Gina Stachniak '81 IH OR DIA CHENKO '84

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FRIENDSHIP Friends endure time together, with all the specialness that should be shared by two. Friends touch forever what has passed, the memories they once knew! Friends are as new as the morning air, sunshine, and flowers. Friends are as true as the warm smiles that comfort the painful hours. Friends share a heart filled with love and laughter, And while still apart the feelings remain, dropping simple tears after. Friends could change everything as you and I. All the special times we bring together help us get by . . . by Carolyn Pasterski '82 'Ziff . 73 it JANE HOBBS '82 9 v '2gg-nuuv, fa, '15 if . I .V ' , 'fb A 11 f 1 lf,-P 1. N. , 'I ,. 1' . M ,c .mx ' Wm' a Viv ' K . vf. 7 in f '- 1, jr , ' K ,E Y . mx K' , . , 5 K ' .. . ',7,.f.f,ft- ,..., U Iwi' ,f, 1' , H , ., -- '--- -' ' 'T' V V 1 A .. 1 ,., . , . .K Th., . , M' i' .,f ' 4 i ,aN.f2 l,, , -' , I A V 1 All . . Z -, v v 7F,?,, f 12 . I .le , . CHRIS HIN TS '81 I Will Give You .... . I will give you anything that is a part of me, I will give you my heart along with its key. I will give you my laughter, along with my tears, I will give you my hopes and give you my fears. I will give you my days along with my nights, I will give you my good times, give you my Hghts. I will give you my kisses, soft and warm, I will give you sunlight instead of storm. I will give you my moods, good and bad, I will give you everything I hope for, everything I had. I will give you my fantasies, give you my dreams, I will give you my plans, give you my schemes. I will give you everything I live for, everything I treasure, I will give you a love impossible to measure. I will give you all of those things, it's true, because I am so in love with you. by Gina Stachniak '81

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1 i LOU CELLA '81 -,, , 1, 16 'ff , V11 r ' . 5 5 P .' f ' I .5 ' X-. f X x ,f i s l f , , Q 1 nt- Y 'P' se' 'J .R - . - ' A4 , ' war- .'5x,gp-:raw ia Aw jf ' SCOTT SUNDEEN '83 ,1r, vifrrr A X ,ffl -muff I o '. if T5 ' '15 wir:-'-2 - 2 , ia! ' f f 'ff' , 1 . YOLAN DA G UE VARA '81 UNHEARD SOUNDS Crickets Chirping throughout the night, Faucets Dripping, though out of sight. Wind Whispers through the Willow, Nothing is heard from under my pillow. by Sue Cohen '83 div' N M Cx' W ai af' 'E Q f I f 5 W WCW fl' ALLISON BARKOW '82 AWARENESS To draw, to create is a productive form of escape. But to realize, to understand is to hold life itself in your hand. by Carolyn Pasterski '82