Personal Narrative-Lasting Divorce

Divorce is a terrifying reality. You have given years into a marriage and for what? For it to end abruptly, to lose the person that was once closest to you? Divorce is a terrifying thing for everyone involved in that family. Last year my parents were struggling in their marriage. My Dad had left and I was with my mom at home suffering with the devastation as much as she was but in a different way. The topic of divorce has always been a sensitive subject because personally divorce seems like the worst betrayal there could ever be. This period of time taught me about life, love, and faith in God. There were many setbacks emotionally, I found myself being disappointed in my people I love the most, and it seemed like the two people I look towards

Many people try to become a statistic, whether it is to place in the top of their class or something equally as great. At the age of 29, I became a statistic. I joined 40 to 50 percent of marriages that end in a divorce (Marriage & Divorce, 2017). Just because I became a statistic, it did not mean the label had to define me as a failure. I refused to let the label define me personally; even though I did feel like a failure in many ways. I was determined to find a way to turn this unfortunate event something positive, and that would mold me into a better person. I did. I transitioned into an outgoing and outspoken mother, with impeccable time management skills, and most importantly, I became independent.

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

What exclusive memories of affliction are innate in that mixture of a young boy dealing with his parent's divorce is burdensome to imagine. I live with my single mother who struggles to take care of her three kids including me. Although, besides the fact that she was divorced, we are the reason she has to work arduously. Still, she loves all of us and cares about the prosperity of our future.

My identity developed as a nine year old when I was forced to take on the responsibilities my parent’s divorce bestowed upon me. While my mother worked two jobs, I took over the maternal-aspects of watching over my little sister, cooking dinner, completing house chores, and finishing my school work. As my older brother chose to act out and therefore disappoint my mother, I was expected to stay on task, step-up, and take charge.

Most people love to have a nice, relaxing night at home. I so do I. Tonight is different though, my parents announced they were getting a divorce yesterday. I always hear about peoples parents getting divorced but I never thought my parents would. They always looked so happy around each other, but now I live with my father. I sit on my bed in my room, my head in my hands, thinking about my life. I cant take it any more, I need some air. I burst out the front door and outside into the darkness. I walk slowly down my street, Serenity Lane. A scream breaks the silence of the night and stops as soon as it starts. My hearts beats faster and faster as I start running towards the scream. I see a body in between my neighbors house,

To say that I have lived a mild and boring life is an understatement. There have not been many, what I would call, substantial, life-changing moments that I have gone through in my 44 years that I am sure several others have not experienced as well. From meeting my wife to the birth of my son, everyone can connect to a lot of the same experiences in life. When I reflect on my life thus far, the one that truly stands out is one that I am sure many others in this class have unfortunately had to experience as well. However, the divorce of my parents when I was young not only changed my life as far as where I am today, it also did so by bringing me even closer to the two people that made me who I am.

Not much to say about my childhood. I was always sick so i could never leave the house. Didn’t have many friends to hang out with. I just read books or played board games by myself. I guess I might have felt as if I might disappear. I mean the attention in my family is all directed towards my sister for the most part. And the divorce keeps my parents busy bickering. With friends I kind of just hang in the background as everyone else talks. At social gatherings i tend to get left out so i just sit by myself. I don’t tend to get noticed much. A phony thing people do that annoys me is pretending to be nice or caring when they could care less about you. Life is completely a game and if you don’t play by the rules then you’ll lose at life. 90 percent

Can you imagine watching your parents fight all day long? Can you imagine over hearing them talk about not being together- even worse getting a divorce? Can you imagine getting separated from two of your siblings? Well, I can and you do not want to experience it.

A month after the divorce my grandmother wanted to leave for thrift-store shopping. I replied sure and she just smiled. When I asked her why, she stated she couldn’t help be enjoy watching myself not asking my husband every time I “had to wipe”. That’s when it hit, I never heard Nanny talk poorly about anyone, especially my marriage until that day.

Every Sunday, I attended a church called Greater Mt. Pleasant. My Christian journey symbolized a flawless perspective of the church: it was thrilling and motivating. On Sundays, I dressed up in “Sunday Best”: a solid white shirt, black tie, and black shoes. I walked to church with my Bible in my hand. After the choir sang our welcome song, Pastor Joel D. Taylor preached and motivated his congregation to trust in God. Trusting in God meant that I would believe in him through any circumstance I endure,

Throughout everyone’s life certain events take place in which ideas, thoughts or even the lives of individuals change. Sometimes those life changing events can be an emotional period of time in which joy and sorrow can manifest and lead to bigger and better lives for everyone involved. In the same manner these experiences can be used as a teaching point for yourself as well as others. In my case, the learning point came with one single event which completely changed my views and decisions as well as my own life towards the decision of marriage. At the time I had just experienced a divorce and I honestly did not want to jump right into another marriage. However, if it were not for one bad near to death experience I would have never imagined