Divorce: A Personal Narrative Analysis

"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.

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

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.

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

I had to deal with the drama and pain that comes with a divorce. As an eleven-year-old girl that was just starting to find her way in life, it may have even been a bit harder to deal with than usual. I hated life for a while, as my parents would constantly fight and "fall-outs" would happen every other day. I was depressed for a little while and wallowed in that depression. Although I had every right to be sad and pitiful, it needed to stop. It was

I was on my way to tutoring about to get into the car. When my parents get into an argument. It was a normal occurrence that happened every time. I already knew that my parents were getting a divorce. But I didn’t expect anything bad from the argument but it began to get physical.

When I made the decision to divorce my husband 10 years ago, I thought I had pretty much figured out what my life would be like. Single parent with a great support system. Working full-time as a software sales professional, and faith that moved mountains. I GOT THIS!

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.

My brother and I grew up like the others average kids, attended a good elementary school, participated in sports, had great friends, and lived in a great and healthy community. My dad owned his own jewelry store and my mom was the best stay at home mom ever. My parents, as I remember, were almost always in a good mood with each other, besides a couple of arguments here and there. They loved to watch my brother and I grow and become who we are today. I have very few memories of the bad times my parents had or hearing them argue. The worst memory I recall is lying in my bed one night and having my parents come into my room and my mother saying, “Gel, your father and I are getting a divorce.”

My sister and I tried to convince my parents to see each other more often. We were secretly hoping they would begin to talk again and possibly reconcile their differences, so we could become a family again. Being the second oldest child, I was the most concerned because I felt I had the most understanding of the situation. I tried to control the situation by talking to my dad and asking him to ask my mom to come back. My dad explained to me that my mom leaving gave them room and time to work things out. During this time I still felt like I could help them or do something to help their relationship, I was too young to understand I was not in charge and I began to worry a lot about all of us as a

Divorce isn't something I ever wanted to go through. We were married at a young age, shortly after I graduated LPN school. I worked full time at a local nursing home and he worked as a lineman for the power company in VA so he was only home three days a week. We bought a house in the newest housing subdivision in Summersville. My life felt complete or so I thought.

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As a child, my parents had an emotional divorce. My father was sent to jail when I was only six years old. He was convicted of illegal drugs in his system and he attempted robbery. Since I was only in second grade, I was completely oblivious to what actually happened, all I knew is that I would not have a father for a couple of years. Considering I was so close to my dad, I was devastated.

From what I can remember, it was a rough few years. I supposed it was a long time coming, people can’t change - no matter how much they try. To this day, I’m still not sure who it affected the most. My father seemed completely unaffected by the decision, and my mom seemed relieved from it. At the time, my sister was too young to really be aware of the extent of what was going on. I on the other hand, understood a bit more, or as much as I needed to at the time. I still remember my mom telling me we were moving. I was eight years old, all I really needed to know was that we were moving away - and my father wasn’t coming. It was the best decision. Them separating was the best decision for us. My sister was five at the time. I wasn’t much older than her, but I still took on a role. I was always there for her through it all. I remember certain times when my parents would be fighting, I was there for her. At the time, I didn’t quite understand that we were moving for good. I remember sitting the car with my sister, waiting for my mom to get in. She was standing on the porch with my dad, trying to get something out of him.