Divorce-Personal Narrative Analysis

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

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

"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.

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

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

I’ve been blindsided twice in my life, literally and figuratively. The first time at age seven. A drunk driver hit me while I walked through a parking lot, and again at sixteen, when my parents divorced. The closeness of my family was the basis of our survival after the accident, and conversely, why surviving the divorce was nearly impossible. Dinners were shared at the kitchen table every night, playing “high-low,” sharing the best and worst parts of our day. Friends always filled our house and would play “high-low” too; they found a stability in our home which they could not find in their own.

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.”

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.

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

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.

My parents’ divorce has made the biggest influence in my life because it helped me determine and strengthen my identity. The experience forced me to grow up because of how close I was to the fire. When the divorce hit at age 17, I was not ready. My parents have always been my world. They always made sure that they upheld a stable environment for me. But my world came crashing down. I quickly began to learn things that I did not want to know and I started to slack off and hide away from social activities. After the first few months of the transitional process, I was being treated like a 35-year-old roommate more than an innocent child. I was given some independence. I was left alone more often while my parents spent time elsewhere. I had to

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

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.

Before telling me, he exhaled. I knew what my father had to say wasn’t going to be good, and before telling me he made me promise that I wouldn’t leave boot camp. After making the promise to him, he then told me that he and mom were getting a divorce and she was planning on moving back to Brazil with Tia. My heart dropped in disbelief. Tears ran down my face and I just wanted him to tell me why they decided to divorce? He reassured me how proud he was of me and told me that mom was so disappointed in me for joining the Army and that she didn’t want anything to do with it. My dad always took my side even in the worst of situations, and my mother blamed him too for my decision. Jessi walked by the door and saw me on the floor with tears running down my face, and knew that I didn’t want to be bothered. He came by the doorway, looked at me and continued walking. That’s when I found out that my mom already moved out of the house and into an apartment. Papa actually came to help my father get through the divorce.

Divorce is one of the most common occurrences in our society, with 40-50% of married couples destined for divorce. One of the most overlooked issues with a divorce is how it affects the child, or children, involved. However, the divorce between my mother and father affected me in a different way. Prior to the divorce of my parents all I knew was the middle-class lifestyle. I lived in a nice neighborhood, in a nice two-story house, with great furniture, video games, toys, big televisions, and my big happy family. However, as we neared the divorce I could always hear fighting in my parent’s room upstairs. They would yell and scream at each other for what seemed like hours upon hours. It would often get so bad it would make my little brother to cry, which prompted me to walk upstairs to their room and scream at both to stop fighting and to get along. The screaming was unbearable to me and I just wanted it to end. At the time, I was too young to know what divorce was and too young to realize that this all signaled their marriage ending.