Personal Narrative: My Experience With 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

My dad is a farmer who works his hardest to support his family. He does everything just to make the people he loves happy. My mom is a factory worker producing airplane parts. She is a good mother who tries to give my sister and I the best life possible. Conflicts arose between the two and an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Amidst the boredom of summer and a lasting drought, my parents came into our family room where my sister and I were trying to drown out the monotony. They sat us down with such a somber tone that it was palpable in the room. My mom cut straight to the chase and announced something that would change my life indefinitely. “Your dad and I are getting a divorce.”

An eleven-year-old version of me walked into the living room after logging off of Minecraft. My mother had called me in, her voice sounded frail and broken. I looked between her, my sister, and my father, curious as to why I had been interrupted. All three were staring at their feet with their hands balled in their lap. I sighed, irritated that I had to leave my game, and slumped down unto the couch. My dad then looked up at me, tears in his eyes and said those words that still ring in my ears, almost seven years later.

I looked around myself at the other kids, sitting in a circle wondering if they knew what I knew. Meanwhile, I sat on the little first grade beanbag chairs, feeling the pokey beans move beneath me, and listening to the teacher read the book called "mum and dad glue". All the while, still wondering if the other kids knew what I knew. What being divorced meant. The book Ms. Lyga Jones was reading intrigued me. I realized that some mommy's and daddy's had infallible glue, some had cracked glue and others had no glue at all. I felt different, not a bad or a good different, but just different from the other kids.

My parents divorced when I was 10. This isn’t abnormal; I know that many applicants have divorced parents, but my story is slightly different. I came to the US last year with my dad from Nepal. I came here because he wanted me to live with him and complete my education. This is important because my background is different from many people in this country, and I believe I have a story that needs to be told.

In 2008 my world came crashing down in an instant. My parents finally gained the courage to inform my sister and I that they were planning to get a divorce and sell our childhood home. I was heartbroken, I was afraid of leaving my comfortable life with my family, but I later learned that it was the best thing for our family. This narrative is not about the troubles of dealing with my parents’ divorce, but about what happened a few years after their divorce, when I traded my life in San Jose for new family members.

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.

In life many things may come at you at many different angles. December of my sophomore year my parents got a divorce which split our family apart. My sister went with my mother and I went with my father. This tore my sister and father apart and now my sister only gets the one side from my mother witch is the wrong side of information. Later that year I was getting recruited form many different colleges and my mail was being sent to my old house which my mother lives at. One day I went to get my mail, at my house. My sister was there and let me in because my mother hid the key from me. When I got inside i realized I was not going to find the letters and left. Later that day I got a call from the park city police department saying that my mother

I met Nick in what I thought was the worst time of my life, he agreed that my situation was tough. I moved to a new town, divorced after twenty two years of marriage, and left with an adopted difficult special needs niece. No, it gets worst. I was also suffering from anxiety associated chronic disorders that made it difficult to master any type of confidence and strength. Financially I was also in bad shape as I kept all the liabilities during my divorce.

It was 2006, I was six years old living in Djursholm, Stockholm,Sweden. It seemed that left and right parents of my classmates were getting divorced. I remember thinking that that would never happen to me, how ironic. I remember how great it was, we were at our summer house on ljusterö, i learned how to water ski there. I knew my mother didn't like my aunt, but I thought that it was normal for a person not to like her in laws. my mother is American, raised on long island. She moved to Sweden after we were born because my father wanted to be with his family. I have few memories of our lives here. I knew something was wrong when they stopped fighting.