I Was The Best Decision For Us

After being dropped off from dance late at night, I was expecting to walk into a silent house where everyone was asleep. Instead, I walked into my living room to find the rest of my family sitting on the couch with the television off, which was strange for my family. It was clear they were waiting for me to get home, so I sat down too. My mom and dad exchanged a look and a sigh then turned back towards my brother and me. They babbled absently for a few minutes, then, my mom quickly spit out the words, as if ripping off a Band-Aid, "We are moving back to Arizona." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before I burst into tears. I could not imagine why my parents would decide to separate me from my best friends six months before we were supposed to

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

I don’t really know the reason why they got a divorce, but when they did, I was devastated, because my mom has a lot of children to hang out with her and my dad only has three children, my two younger siblings and I, and I’m pretty sure none of us know how to drive. I always fear to this day since their divorce that when I’m at the other parent's house for the week that the parent that whose house I’m not at will pass away and I won’t know because they won’t be able to tell anyone. My older siblings don’t really visit my dad and he has no family in Idaho, they are living in Florida, and some of my older siblings live somewhere else. I only have three older siblings, they are all in different places, they live in Utah, Detroit, and Ucon.

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

I moved to Florida when I was thirteen, I remember being extremely excited, due to the lack of snow, and my family and I would go to Miami for vacation, and moving there would be like to move to the vacation.

I remember my dad telling me we were planning on moving to New Jersey the summer before eighth grade, but it did not click in until the day I left. My last day of living in Japan consisted of my friends surprising me at my house and sending me on my way to the

Once my parents separated, my mother, sister, little brother and I left my grandmother’s house to stay with different relatives until my mother got it together. But our first stop was act my older sister’s house. It was different waken up somewhere different, waken up in a new environment, and new retinues. Once we adapted to one living situation it seemed like it was time to move again. Once I stated to get attached to my nieces and nephews it was hard for me to leave them and start over again but I couldn’t change anything. It seemed like my mother had it all together now. I had started a new school, new setting new house. I was excited again happy to have my own space again. Things were going great until it was time to

This meant it was time to tell my parents the decision I had made. I called them into the living room and said, "I know this is is not easy for any of us ,especially me, but I have made my decision. I am going to Hawaii with my father." My mother started crying and so did I. I loved both of them equally, but I thought this was an amazing opportunity for me. My father then said, "Okay son, we are leaving in two weeks. Make sure you pack everything you will need." The next two weeks flew by and it was time to leave. before heading to the airport I gave my mother a hug and she kissed me, I told her I would return.

Unfortunately, neither of them were able to finish their schooling due to having to support themselves after moving out. My sisters were miserable. Their husbands were not exactly, at the time, prepared. Everything was handed down to my sisters and I don’t know what struck such bad luck towards both of them! The taste of freedom had gotten best of them. To this day, my father is still suffering the burden of his two older daughters. I would constantly see my father cradling each of my sister every time they sought solace in our home away from their husbands. My heart aches each time I’d listen to the cries of my

When I was 15 years old my parents told me they had decided to get a divorce. Both of my sisters were very upset at the news. I, on the other

The difference between my sister and I were our age, but that was not a big deal, we were really close. When mom and dad were at work, she had responsibility as the eldest sister to take care of me and my brother. We were always watching my 3 years old brother’s favorite movie, Tarzan. It was nice spending time together with my brother and sister. Days later, I heard my parent’s conversation about going to America. My mind was in shock and I was scared. My mother told me that we were moving because, “America is a country of a new beginnings; better education and job opportunities”. I came to America when I was eleven years old from Mexico. Leaving behind family, friends, traditions, culture and our country was a hard decision for everyone to make. I remember saying good-bye to my family and friends; it was one of the hardest situations from the process of a new beginning. I had a question, Will I see them again? It was a question with no answer. I did not know when I would see my family and friends again, but there was hope inside me. What really affected me the most was saying good-bye to my sister Miriam. She did not like the idea of coming to the United States, because she had a life in Rio Bravo, I think everyone did, but I had no choice.

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

My first thought was that I was going to have another sibling on the way and it had me quite excited, but according to the look my dad was giving me this was not going to be a happy surprise. I sat down and snuggled up with Trixie and I waited to hear what they were going to say. My mom asked me how my day had went at school you know the usual, but then the conversation turned into a different direction. My dad pulled me up into his lap and told me that we were not going to live here anymore and that we will move during summer break to South Dakota. My whole family was looking at me expecting me to have a nervous breakdown, but instead I simply replied with “Okay, cool.”, and walked upstairs to my room. I sat at the end of my bed looking into the mirror I had across the room. I started mentally thinking of reasons to be mad or reason’s to be excited that I was moving. As it

Seeing your parents apart and not getting along when they’re together is hard for most kids specially when you’re 8 years old and you don’t know what’s coming next. The day my parents got divorced changed my perception of what a normal family was.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.