Mum 's Planning On Getting A Divorce

I was starting 6th grade, my mom and my dad, who had divorced when I was almost three, started a custody battle over me. I loved both my mom and my dad, and had been living both with my mom and with my dad, each parent getting me every other weekend and after school half of each week. At the time, both my mom and my dad lived in Virginia, but when my mom moved to South Carolina, my dad moved to Wisconsin. From that point, my dad said he wanted custody of me. Mom thought I would be happier living mainly with her. What followed was an intense custody battle, which the judge who decided said was the worst he had ever seen. Whenever I was with my dad, he talked bad about my mom, and, while my mom refrained from talking bad about my dad, I could tell she was very stressed. Both of my parents were too busy with the custody battle to really spend a lot of time with

Scared, I hid the envelope. He knew that I had it! He can shoot me, but I had to know. I just had to know who was barbaric enough to kill my mother. This envelope could have all the answers, but what if the truth was just to much to bear. It was to late now, all I have to do now is open it. I had no clue what was in it, but now I would finally know. All of the questions that have been racing in my head since the day she left. All of the lonely nights, and the nights filled with tears. I will finally know why, and ll it’ll take is a slide of my finger.

My childhood may not have been the greatest compared to my peers who grew up with both parents who loved them. I was raised in a broken home, and I mean shattered. I grew up in a house of lies on one week and a “strict” household the other. Let me explain the lies a little bit here. My mother and stepfather lied a lot about themselves and my father. The other week wasn’t really strict it was structured with rules and schedules that needed to be followed, this was at my father’s and

Since I was 3 years old, my mom and dad have been separated. At around 5 years old, my dad had decided that if I ever wanted opportunities to be successful in anything I do, it would be best for me to live with my dad permanently. My mother did not seem to care about my mental well-being or my academic career and tried to jeopardize my relationship with my dad numerous times. In order for my dad to get full custody of me, he hired a child service lawyer. Although, I was isolated from the legal process, all I knew was that lawyer saved me and my academic career. This was first when I knew I was interested in law and being a lawyer. As I grew up one of my main maternal figures was my paternal grandmother, she watched me after school and properly

When I got home my mom would yell at me and what not, because I was in a sport she really didn’t want me in anything I never knew why. My feelings would be hurt I would cry every day and night non-stop because I feel like I’m not loved by my own mom. She use to hit me for no reason at all I was sick of her non-sense and craziness, so I finally told my grandma and she was very upset with her asking her why she always putting her hands on her grandchild for no reason . I always wanted to live with my grandma because she spoils me and i got mostly anything I asked for, so I asked my grandma can she take me in for full custody or at least try to work some out because I hate staying at home with that lady. She said yeah, she will think about it so so we went to court the next week and my grandma won full-custody of me because my mom ended up not showing up at all and boy wasn’t I happy. My mom was sad, but at the same time I had to do what was best for me, she would call and check up on me every now saying how she sorry for hurting me and believing that I couldn’t be nothing in life then, I would say it’s too late now to say sorry you should’ve thought about that before all of this got this far, so she started crying and I felt really bad but I guess that’s

The box had a latch that was rusted. I asked dad what it was and he said “ Don’t open that box. The symbols say hide at all cost!” After that I took the box upstairs in my room. My thoughts said don't open the box but, I had too. The latch was hard but, I pried it open. Inside it had three symbols that were a plane, a plane falling, and a skull. I was confused but then I realized it meant a plane crash was going to happen.

Still not thinking anything of it, I just assumed she wanted me home because we were having a family dinner, my dad included. It was a normal dinner, with discussions about how our day went and jokes going around the table. Then directly as we finished eating and all the plates were cleared, I was about to go upstairs to my room when my parents said to sit down and that we needed to talk. I thought this was very strange and I thought to myself maybe this is it. They said the expected, it isn’t your fault, just sometimes things change and don’t work out, nothing will be different and so on. I sat there in silence, until they said they were getting a divorce. Once they said that word, divorce, it hit me. I could feel myself starting to fall into tears, so I just got up and left the table. I couldn’t listen to another word, because it was heartbreaking and I had never felt this sort of pain before. As I said earlier, I had seen it coming for years, but never expected it to actually happen. I began wondering why, why now, in the middle of my highschool years where there is already so much stress. I was angry and I didn’t have anyone to blame, but them. Even though I was very mad at both of my parents, I took most of my anger out on my dad. I was always closer to my mom and I could tell she tried her hardest to make it

The box Katie’s mother gave her was compact with her writing. In the story the author states “The box was overflowing with stories.” On Katie’s 10th birthday her mother had died of cancer and gave her an empty box before she left Katie. The gift had helped her cope with her mother's death by writing. The hole her mother left her, Katie's fills it with her own writing.

What would have I possibly done wrong as a child? Sometimes they would've been better without me. Before my mom gave birth to me, they was your typical average couple. They did everything together like they were meant to be. Until I stepped out the bomb I saw another meaning of love. I remember when my dad came home late from work, and he would start drinking with the next door neighbor until he passed out. Me and my mom would lock ourselves in the bathroom because we knew that he would get mad at our presence. There would be days where he use the rent money just to gamble and we would move to a different apartment. I saw my mother getting hitted, yelled and even cheated on. Off course, I didn't see him in the daytime because I was somewhere

At home, I had struggled to cope with my father’s sudden departure but at school, everything was consistent. So, to bring Peggy into my safe-haven felt like I would be tainting it. I wanted my father to hear about my school work and achievements but I didn’t want the woman I deemed responsible for ruining my parents’ marriage to be apart of my sanctuary. I was angry at my father for being so selfish to consider bringing her to my school, upset at my mother for threatening to call security on her and make a scene and mad at my parents for bringing this fight to my school. They were too caught up in their own charade to be concerned with my needs or feelings. Surprisingly, however, they had previously agreed to send me to a counselor in order to sort out my feelings and he gave me no sympathy. He explicitly told me that I could either continue to behave as a child, letting my parents make decisions for me and then suffering the consequences or I could be an adult, without the aid of my parents but receiving outcomes that I desired. In the beginning, I was angry, still filled with self-pity that, at my age, I would be forced in the middle of one of my parents’

My mom would be back from work, at 8. Along with my little sister. When was she going to tell me? I couldn’t not say anything to her about it. I was so mad at her. I wanted to blame her for the divorce. It seemed like she initiated every argument these days. I thought if she would just keep her mouth closed they wouldn’t be so hostile towards each other. My dad loves my mom, I could never imagine him filing for divorce against her. I had butterflies in my stomach when I heard the garage opening. My mom casually walked into my room and said “hi sweetie”, I must have sounded upset because her next words were “What’s wrong?”. She was an expert on my emotions, anytime I was mad or sad she could tell. I felt my bottom lip quiver so I couldn’t reply. After I walked out of my room, I went to her dresser and plopped the yellow envelope in my mom's lap. “Why?” I said, my mom looked defeated, “There are some things that you are going to understand one day Naya” her reply enraged me. I couldn’t hold back the tears. She got off the bed and embraced me. My little sister threw a book from my desk at my mom and screamed “Stop making sister cry mommy”. I couldn’t help but laugh at

I was around ten when my mother and father decided to get a divorce for the third and final time ending their abusive marriage in November 2010. Each divorce took a toll on our family, but the final one completely divided our family. After given the ultimatum to choose between living with my mother or father, I disappointed my father by choosing to live with my mom. After this choice, he cut off all ties with our family. Along with my father went the financial security of my mom, sister, and I since he was

Essentially, her emotional reaction as a result of my father's absence created significant changes in her parenting style. My mother was often demanding, critical, and resentful about anything I wanted to do outside the family which impeded my need for self- autonomy and independence as a developing adolescent. I hardly ever hung out with friends and she repeatedly made excuses why it was not feasible. I often felt trapped as well as lethargic in view of my limited outside socialization and limited participation in outside of the family activities. Most of the time, I was compelled to discard my own personal desires and objectives to placate my mother's needs which precipitated a significant amount of anxiety.  I tried to convey my feelings, but both of my parents simply minimized them as disrespectful and inconsiderate. They both frequently accused me of being

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.

On Sunday morning, I woke up with the same thoughts and the same yelling from my parents for the past 12 years. Seriously, I would rather be deaf then hear my parents yell, “make sure you clean the barn out when we are gone and feed the cows”. I slowly went down stairs with my shoulders down and a hideous look on my face. My pale, face showed how disappointed was with my unpleasant life. As soon as I got down stairs, the box I had put out in the kitchen was there just waiting for me to pick it up. I finally realized that I did not have enough time to do all of my chores when my parents came back. Quickly, I grabbed the brown, crinkly box from the bottom with my boney, cold hands and picked it up the best I could. Every step I looked carefully to make sure I didn’t fall. I kept the box inside my room so I could know where it was and that I could keep track of it.