Divorce: A Personal Narrative Analysis

Often times, people are ashamed of their background. However, I personally never miss an opportunity to tell the few chapters of my life so far. My background isn’t appealing, but it’s a beautiful mess that made me the person I am today.

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

Does he love me? Is this my fault? Why can’t I see my sisters anymore? Why is mom always crying? Why am I always crying? Why can’t mom and dad stop fighting? The questions are the ones that I asked myself every day for the first few years my parents decided to get divorced.

Statistics show that around 50% of married couples get divorced in the United States, which would make my family and I just another statistic. 8 years ago, I was only 10, my brother was barely 7, my mom decided to leave my dad. I clearly remember sitting in the car with my nana, I was a smart kid, and asking her what was going to happen with my mom and dad. She didn’t beat around the bush or talk down to me as a child, she said “I think they’ll end up divorcing.” And to many people’s surprise, I felt excited at that idea. It wasn’t that my parents constantly fought or were abusive, but somehow I knew at 10 years old that the best thing for all of us was this separation.

"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.

I understood enough about divorce and seeing my mother cry as she talked about it made me so scared. I remember thinking that my brother and I had to be the cause of the divorce, and then wondering how I could try and fix the problem so they wouldn’t get divorced. When it came to which parent I would spend more time with, the court divided it up evenly. Going in and out of court was strange considering I was so young and had no idea what was going on, but when

It was the summer of sixth grade year and I was living in Calumet City, IL. Me, my mom, and my sister were on our way to Burger King, but before we got there my mom had to stop at the bank and get some money. When she turned to the bank’s parking lot, some papers fell and so I picked them up. Since I’m nosey I checked out what the papers were for and once I read the title “Divorce Documents”, I was completely shocked but didn’t show any emotion. Once my mom came back out I didn’t say anything. I thought to myself, “She’ll tell me when she thinks is the right time.” but little did I know that on that day my mom was already planning to tell us about it.

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

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.

Thirteen ended up being the worst year of my life, because my parents got a divorce.

As I think back to the day of the divorce, I realize how many questions ran through my head the very instant I awoke. My decision had been final for months, but my emotions let doubt creep in. After all, I had made a promise in front of God, family, and friends. How would God ever forgive me for breaking my promise? After careful consideration, reality confirmed, finalizing this divorce was the best for my mental health and physical safety. I would have to work through forgiveness later.

When my parents became divorced, I was devastated. I was being moved place to place to both of my parents homes. The first couple of years I lived with my mom until I was about six years old. Then, due to my religion of Islam, my dad took custody of me. When I moved to California with my dad, I had a great time. My dad would take me to the gym with him, and I would play in the designated kids area. There, in that kids area, I met my best friend for life. It was then that I realized the divorce my mom and dad decided to have, was a blessing in disguise. I found out he had some of the same similarities as I did, his parents were divorced as well, and he also shared the same passion for video games as I did. Since then, my friend and I have had

On a night where I was having severe anxiety and uncontrollable crying spells, God offered me a choice. I heard him say, "Tanya are you going to continue to live in darkness or do you want what I have for you? Because you have no idea what I'm about to do." At that moment I wiped my tears and passed out. I woke up with with a sudden urge to say out loud, "I'm so over this and I'm ready to change." With God, therapy, and my support group, I've been able to walk through this divorce and find hope again. Therapy is an amazing tool to utilize and there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's helped me tremendously with my anxiety and other issues, and I highly recommend it if you have the financial capability or if your insurance covers it. But my relationship

Sixth grade year is expected to be a wonderful transition from "little kid" to mature-ish adolescent, but for me it wasn't.

When I was younger I never thought my parents would separate. I always thought they both would be there for my brothers and I no matter what. Growing up you are taught that moms and dads were supposed to stay together, through the thick and thin. I didn’t think in a million years that I would grow up seeing only one parent at a time. Not one of my friends’ parents were separated and I was embarrassed to tell them mine were. I never wanted to invite anyone over to have them realize that my parents were no longer together. I spent most of my time hiding my parents divorce rather than enjoying the fun times with my friends. I never thought anything would ever come between our family, but I was completely wrong.