As soon as I walked in the house, I felt different. Something was different was what was running through my head over and over. Usually my mom and aunt are cooking, my sister is in her room doing who knows what, and my dad isn’t home. Today it was all different. I knew something was about to change in my life. Although I was 6 or 7 at the time, I understood things and was pretty mature for my age. I could sense the tension in the house. It was like 2 boxers getting ready to fight in the rink. My parents had sat my sister and I down at the table. They turned to look at each other once we had settled down. The glance my mom gave my dad was powerful enough that it made my dad start talking. At first, I tuned him out, but then he paused.
“Marla, Daniela”, slowly said my dad, “Your mother and I have decided to get a divorce.” These words were ones that changed my entire life. That night my pillow was wet, tear after tear ran down my cheeks. At times I would shake my head no in disbelief. I just couldn’t except the fact that we weren’t going to be a family anymore. The morning after my head was pounding from all the crying I had done the night before. The bags under my eyes were too big to believe. Everyone in my house, which now was my mom, my aunt, and my sister. Why only 3 other members? Well when I woke up that morning there were no longer 4 members of my family in the house. “Brooom Broooom Broooommm,” went my dad’s car as it drove away.
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I remembered being held back by people but I was fighting back, wanting to go see if my dad was okay. My mom stood crying to the side, her body shaking with her sobs.
I was awaken by my mothers frantic crying. Immediatly I broke down because I already knew what that meant. My grandpa was no longer living. We rushed to hospice were his cold lifeless body was still laying in the hospital bed. Walking into that room was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. The moment we stepped into the door our family members were all circled around the hospital bed and all that was heard was weeping and crying. My mother was clearly affected the most by his death because she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. When she saw him laying there she instantly brroke down and rushed to his bedside and began talking to him as if he was alive. I remember her repeadtly saying “ I love you Wedaddy”. The look on my mothers face broke my heart. She had always been the light in a dark room. She was always the person that found a way to put a smile on everyones face. I had never seen her like this and it frightened me. Looking at my garndpa lay there lifeless and realizing I would never be able to get one of his famous hugs hurt
After a long ride, we saw our new home for the first time. It wasn’t luxurious, but to a couple of young children like us it was cool to live on the beach. The changes that lied ahead of us were great. There are many ways in which this new start changed my life. First, no longer did we live in fear. This enabled me to move on. I enrolled in eight grade that year. I felt like had a fresh start. No one knew my business. I could make myself whatever I wanted. My whole personality changed. That year I started at quarterback for junior high and from there everything started to look up. If I was to go into details of all the success I had it would be bragging, so I am just going to say I went from a casualty of a broken home to a respected and important part of High Island High School. In the five years I was there, I had more fun and a more productive life than all the other years put together.
My parents shook with their sadness, and my heart plummeted to the ground. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. I swear I made sure to always be sad, and never be happy.”
We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card
I was really young to notice the things that were going on with my mom and dad but I had a clue that was going on because I was around it and it happened so often. My brother had no clue because he was only 1 when things started to get out of hand. When my mom left the house I didn't know she was leaving to start a new life in Florida and leaving me and my brother like we were not her children. My dad sat me down and explained to me what happened, I did not know what was going on. Once my brother started to get older some days he would ask ‘’Where is Mommy’’ and I started to cry because I knew what was going on
At the tender age of eleven, I was snatched from my home. I didn't know why, all I knew was that my mother had done something bad and that my siblings and I had to be
“Your mother and I are getting divorced. This does not change how much we each love the two of you. Things around here will be changing but our love for you both does not.” Immediately after I heard those first seven words, I ran down the hallway to my room and slammed the door behind me. I had no idea how the two people I loved
I woke up screaming and I knew it was only a dream of that night. it had only been two months since my parents died but I remember every detail.
I’d be eating dinner or watching TV or reading her a book and all I wanted was for you to walk in the door. But you never did and I lived the life of a single dad for two years. It wasn’t a life I had hoped for, but it was the life I had. It’s a life that I could continue living, but I don’t want to do that anymore. So, when I saw the papers, I knew it was time to come find you.”
Has your life ever been changed dramatically? How was it changed, and if so, how did it affect you? People change a lot in 6th grade! The key is to handle it well, so you can thrive for a lifetime. In 6th grade you take on more responsibility, make new friends, and school grades, are tougher.
Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was
The next morning when I woke up and walked downstairs for breakfast. I could tell that something was off. As I turned to talk to my mom, I saw her eyes filled with tears, about to burst like a bubble.
Around three o’clock, my mom and sister came running into the house through the front door. This may sound normal but my family always came in through the garage, unless we were in a hurry. My mom woke me up while my sister repeated something that I could not decipher. It took a couple minutes for my brain to register what she had said.
People go through changes every day in their life. Life is always throwing curve balls constantly. These changes may have a hefty impact on a person. I went through a really rough time when I was about fourteen years old. This experience has taught me the most tremendous lesson in life. I never knew the summer going into my 8th grade year that my life was about to change completely. I found out that I was going to have to move across the state of Indiana. Hearing this news brought so much shocked to me, I didn’t know how to feel about it.