Comparing My Life With Divorce

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

Throughout my childhood, my environment consisted of switching between my mother's and father's house every week. Since I was an infant, my parents have been divorced and I believe that being a child of divorce has shaped my life tremendous ways. Through the hardships that came with living in two houses for 16 years of my life, I had the time to mature and learn a lot about myself and who I wanted to be as a person. Watching my parents for many years, I realized what I did and did not want to be when I grew up. From my father, I wanted to have the dedication and perseverance that he exhibited. From my mother, I wanted to be friendly and beautiful like her. However, there was many qualities that my parents carried that I did not want to take

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

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

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.

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Everyone has a background story. The struggles and lessons everyone has gone through, that has shaped them into the person that they are today. We all have different backgrounds. We're all different. Making everyone's background in its own little way, quite unique. Now I’m going to talk about one person’s story. That one person of course, is me. Now let me tell you the story of my unique background, I am not only about to tell you what almost everyone else would say, but also a bit of more insight in my personal life. Let’s get this story on the road.

My background goes from the island of Puerto Rico, to the country of El Salvador. As I get more in detail of my family you will discover we are not your average “Brady Bunch”. Were quite the opposite, even though I am beyond blessed with the family I have been given, we are as screwed up as they come. It was my first day of kindergarten when I came home to find out my parents were separating and getting a divorce. My life went into a tailspin. Growing up my father was always part of the picture financially. He was always a pay check at the beginning of the month. He was never there for what I felt were important life moments. As the years were to come my mom took care of my brothers and I. My brothers who were angry with my father lashed out by getting involved with the wrong crowds, and drugs. The weight of the family of fell on Victor. There were several factors that majorly effected my life. One of them being I was molested at the age of eight. So I went to very dark place. My parents were divorced, my brothers were giving my mother more than she imagined, and then I was molested. My childhood was robbed from me, it

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

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

Since I was 3 years old, my mom and dad have been separated. At around 5 years old, my dad had decided that if I ever wanted opportunities to be successful in anything I do, it would be best for me to live with my dad permanently. My mother did not seem to care about my mental well-being or my academic career and tried to jeopardize my relationship with my dad numerous times. In order for my dad to get full custody of me, he hired a child service lawyer. Although, I was isolated from the legal process, all I knew was that lawyer saved me and my academic career. This was first when I knew I was interested in law and being a lawyer. As I grew up one of my main maternal figures was my paternal grandmother, she watched me after school and properly

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

When I was in 3rd grade my life changed drastically. I was noticing slight emotional changes between my parents. They were fighting more, and not communicating as much. You could tell the tensions were high when we were all around each other, but I just ignored it thinking it was just money problems. It was going on for months before I noticed something was really wrong.

As a child, I had a happy family. My parents got along well and my father ended up buying a pizza restaurant after we moved to Myrtle Creek from Pendleton. When I was around five years old, I noticed that my parents began arguing and not sleeping in the same room. Because I was so young, I did not quite understand what was happening. One night, my parents sat my brother and I down and told us that my dad would be moving out. At five years old, I did not really understand what this meant. My parents went to court and decided that my dad would get custody of me and my brother every weekend. About a year after my parents split up, my mom decided to start dating again. It was not long until they decided to get married. Not soon after that, my mom found out she was pregnant. At this time, I was seven and my brother was 13. When my little brother was born, everything was good for awhile. But once my brother got into high school, things took a turn for the worse. He began using drugs at parties his freshman year. He was not addicted yet so my family had no clue. At this time, my uncle was diagnosed with Leukemia, which was a huge tragedy for my family. My mom had a toddler and was

I was eleven years old when my parents sat me down and told me they were getting a divorce. This had been coming for a long time, as I knew they were exceedingly unhappy. My father had been terrorizing my family with verbal abuse for as long as I could remember. My mom and my brother are the type to avoid conflict at all cost but, they have the most lovely personalities I have ever encountered. My father had easy control over them; I was the problem. I am very much like my father, fiery temper and all. When I was about eight, I looked my father right in the eye and told him not to speak to my mother that way. I was the only one in my family who ever spoke up for anyone and boy, did that make him livid.