From the Garage Floor: A Journey Beyond Understanding After Divorce

Shortly after my divorce, I moved back into my old room in my parents’ garage—a space we never used for parking cars.

It was a hit to my ego to have to come back. But I was pretty broke and desperate, and my parents were sorta cool to the idea. I knew they would make it emotionally challenging, but that’s the price I had to pay, plus rent.

I was in the middle of rebuilding my life with the pieces of my failures. These broken pieces became foundational building blocks. Life made more sense, and I started developing long-term plans.

However, I felt things were weird between my dad and me.

This has always been true, but this time, it felt different. So I decided to have a conversation with him. I wanted him to know what I was doing and planning to do in the next phase.

I explained to him that despite the divorce and my being back home, I was actually doing great. I was not working in the stores anymore. I was a “training specialist” in the corporate offices, teaching leadership and management.

“Papi, I’m really good at it,” I proudly said.


“People feel inspired and motivated to change how they lead their teams. Some even say they’re becoming better parents because of it. I’m making a difference, Papi.”

He growled under his breath and then said, “Yeah, but why are you sleeping on the floor? You should have a bed. That makes no sense to me. Tas echado a perder.”

At that moment, I realized everything I do is too far outside my father’s awareness. I was speaking gibberish.

I moved back with nothing but my laptop, books, and clothes. I left everything behind for the kids. I didn’t mind sleeping on the floor. I wanted this to be etched in my memory.

I needed to feel the pain.

Recently, I attempted to explain to my mother what I do for a living. I described my multiple clients as mini-bosses, each with their expectations and demands. She didn’t growl like Dad, but her confused look was telling.

At that moment, a profound truth dawned on me.

Not everyone, not even those closest to us, will fully grasp the intricacies of our journey. And that’s okay. My parents’ world and understanding didn’t have to align perfectly with mine.

It wasn’t about them getting it; it was about me living it.

I came to realize that my path, though invisible or puzzling to some, is clear and full of meaning to me.

My parents seem to glow with pride when they see me on television on Univision. THAT, they get.

PS
I did eventually get a bed. I like comfort too.

By Teevee Aguirre