Personal Narrative: Significant Life Event of Divorce

I was only two years old when my parents got a divorce. I didn't really think much of it, being how young I was, I thought it was normal. Everything was fine between my mother and father, in fact they were great friends. I would visit my dad every other weekend but often he was sick so I couldn't make it. My father and I went camping and fishing very frequently, along with video games it was one of my favorite things to do with him. My mother was a single mom of two (my younger sister and I) until I was around 5 or 6 when she met my step father, for privacy I will call him Rob.

My parents got divorced when I was 6 years old, but did not send me to therapy for the divorce until

When I was 13 years-old, my parents would always get in big arguments. When they argued I didn’t even know what they were arguing about. Until one night my mom decided they wanted a divorce. That night all I could remember was yelling, crying, and depression. I personally have no Idea why my parents decided to get a divorce, I just hope it was for the right reasons. When this was happening I kept blaming it on myself. I thought it was my fault and I had to fix it, but it wasn’t my fault and there was no way I could fix it. The best thing I learned from this situation was to keep my head up and keep positive, those things helped me jump over the obstacle of divorce. This situation made me be more kind to people, because most of the time in life

During my mid-teens my family went through a lot of changes. My parents had separated and divorced,

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

Growing up with divorced parents is never easy; especially when you, as a five year old, blame yourself for your parents’ divorce. What makes it worse is walking in on the night that caused the divorce. Walking into the screaming, the yelling, and the tears. Walking in on your brother calling the cops. Walking in when your mother is on the verge of death. Walking in and immediately blaming yourself. Thinking to yourself ‘I could have prevented this.’ Never truly realising that this was not your fault.

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

Often enough, divorce usually has a negative effect on people. I am no exception to that. Though I was too young to remember what life was like before my parents separated themselves, having that life for as long as I can think of was not a good experience. It caused me to have a serious case of anxiety before going to my dad’s house for visitation, during, and after. No one likes to feel anxious or stressed, and I felt that everyday, all the time. I was a self-conscious, shy girl who wasn’t ready for complex

Divorce is typically a very painful and emotional experience for all parties involved. Two divorces have occurred in my life, only one of which was recent enough for me to remember. Steven Mintz, the author of “American Childhood As a Social and Cultural Construct,” mentions, “Children today grow up under different circumstances than their immediate predecessors. They are more likely to experience their parents’ divorce” (2009:53). My mother and father divorced when I was two years old. Due to my age at the time of the divorce, I do not know anything about the divorce from experience. I only know what I have been told about the divorce because I was too young to remember it happening. Over time, my mother became unhappy with my father’s “workaholic” attitude. He averaged

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

My parents divorced when I was seven and it was definitely not a nice, clean divorce. My mom suffered a traumatic brain injury when I was eight that left her in a coma in the ICU for weeks. We all thought that she was not going to make it. She did recover but her personality is fundamentally different as a result of the accident and is also physically unable to work. This severely impacted the SES level that I ended up growing up with. In the seventh grade I went through a very traumatic custody battle when my mom remarried and she wanted my sister and I to go live with her in Florida. Two of my grandparents are diagnosed with cancer and my other grandmother has suffered several traumatic strokes. My dad had a tumor wrapped around his spinal cord this summer and had to get it removed. He can’t return to work for six months and he does not have any savings to rely

Divorce is something well known to many of my peers. I have had to deal with it not just once, but twice. In 2002, my Mom and Dad split. Almost two years later, my Mom remarried to the man who was my childhood father figure. Being that all three parents were military, my Dad and I did not live close to each other. My Dad was stationed at different bases, sometimes a base half way across the world. This caused a stronger bond to my stepfather, Jason. Over the course of 11 years, Jason and I grew a father-daughter relationship.

The most paramount challenge I have had to face in education and every facet of my life has been the divorce of my parents when I was in the 3rd grade. Overcoming the emotional chains of the event has been in an oxymoronic fashion extremely simple, and the hardest thing to do in the world. After about half a year of feeling like Atlas with the earth on my shoulders, a decision had to be made. I choose to continue on with my life, but also improve every aspect of it. My grades skyrocketed, I became extremely social, and overall I was much happier. A simple decision, but one that led me to where I am today. It is terribly unfortunate that too many people in my situation would simply give up, look at proverbial “bare wall” and proclaim, “I can’t

I filed for divorce with my wife in May of 2014 we just couldn’t get along there was lying, stealing, drugs and she was cheating on me and was always gone. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make by myself but I knew it had to be done I knew at that time there was no saving her nothing I could do. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do I needed the money for an attorney my cousin Betty is a paralegal for Roger’s County courthouse and has made several friends while working there she introduced me to an attorney by the name of Justin Greer. He knew I had no money out of the kindness of his heart he let me only pay him $600 for his retainer fee (which was usually $2,500). I set up a meeting with him and he started the paperwork for

We went all kinds of places and it was the best, and then it happened my mom and dad got