My Divorce-Personal Narrative

"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

Excuse me, I’m talking to you! Can you please answer my question?” Margie demanded. Margie soon felt annoyed and agitated because of this. The front gate soon opened and all the student poured into the school yard, waiting in front of a tall and broad door. Margie curiously followed the students, and while observing the area, she noticed a great sign with the words “Edison Middle School”. The doors soon opened and all the kids stormed into the building with great excite. They immediately stationed themselves in green metal structures. Which held all their “books”. Margie remembered about what Tommy told her about books. Margie suddenly knew where she was. The word school suddenly appeared in her mind. Margie walked up to another student,where she attempted to talk to the

Alone, it's word that I loathe.It’s how everyone describes me, every time I hear this word, it makes me realize who I am in society, an unwanted piece of trash, alone.By the way, my name’s Zac, I’m a 15-year-old male attending Dimlight High School.I live with my mom Kat, she’s 5’6, has long blonde hair and a very strict personality.We recently had a divorce with my dad, and that’s a reason why I get teased at school.I have the genes of my father, so I look different from my mother.I am approximately 5’7, have short black hair, and blue eyes like the ocean.No matter how hard I try to fit in, everybody looks past me and see me as somebody who is adopted.I’m used to the teasing now, but I’m not ok with having a “B” in reading, (Partly because

I filed for divorce with my wife in May of 2014 we just couldn’t get along there was lying, stealing, drugs and she was cheating on me and was always gone. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make by myself but I knew it had to be done I knew at that time there was no saving her nothing I could do. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do I needed the money for an attorney my cousin Betty is a paralegal for Roger’s County courthouse and has made several friends while working there she introduced me to an attorney by the name of Justin Greer. He knew I had no money out of the kindness of his heart he let me only pay him $600 for his retainer fee (which was usually $2,500). I set up a meeting with him and he started the paperwork for

My mom and dad got a divorce when I was only 5 years old. They told me it was because of domestic violence. For most of my life I wished I had a father. If I had a father, I thought, it would make things okay. My mom wouldn't have to work all the time and maybe she would spend time with me and my sister. Maybe my father would teach me to ride my bike or play soccer with me and my sister in the park. I knew these were all just puerile thoughts, but if he had been different maybe I wouldn't be on my own all the time looking out for my family and doing everything on my own.

I grew up with parents who didn't love each other but tried their best to make it work because they loved us. Throughout my whole childhood my parents constantly fought and never seemed to agree even on the most insignificant things. Most kids want to have a perfect family, parents who aren't divorced and who are happy together. I also wanted that when I was younger. I was always the most sensitive when my parents would fight. I felt happiest when we were all together and everyone enjoyed being around each other. Eventually my parents stopped trying to hide the fact that they didn't get along and would fight in front of us all the time. It started to become a pattern I was used to and began to just brush off.

What exclusive memories of affliction are innate in that mixture of a young boy dealing with his parent's divorce is burdensome to imagine. I live with my single mother who struggles to take care of her three kids including me. Although, besides the fact that she was divorced, we are the reason she has to work arduously. Still, she loves all of us and cares about the prosperity of our future.

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 identity developed as a nine year old when I was forced to take on the responsibilities my parent’s divorce bestowed upon me. While my mother worked two jobs, I took over the maternal-aspects of watching over my little sister, cooking dinner, completing house chores, and finishing my school work. As my older brother chose to act out and therefore disappoint my mother, I was expected to stay on task, step-up, and take charge.

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.

I primarily attended North View Junior High in Booklyn Park, MN. I would describe my pre-teen and teen years as fun, exciting and painful. My parents divorced during my time in middle school. As a result of the divorce, my dad was distant and emotionally unavailable. Throughout my years as an adolescent, I felt I needed my dad in my life. I remember seeing mothers and fathers together at baseball games but not my dad. Although the divorce had a negative impact in my personal life, I enjoyed my school work and classmates. Around the age of 14, my mother accepted a job in Iowa. My mother, sister and I moved to Iowa and lived there for one year. We moved back to Brooklyn Park before I started eighth grade. On weekends, I spent time with my friends.

I didn’t know what a divorce was. I wish I never had to find out either. In the dictionary, the definition of a divorce is the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body. But for me, a divorce is much more than a legal dissolution; it is my whole world being torn apart and thrown on the ground in pieces.

When I hear the word ‘divorce’ the first thing that comes to my mind is a broken marriage or how the adults are moving on with their lives to bigger and better things, the same thing other people would think of when hearing this word. For me, there is so much more for divorces in a family than the mother and father. Divorces affect the children in the relationship the same if not more than it affects the adults, most people seem to forget that. I have been through two divorces now and I believe it has changed me for the better, and has made me become the person I am today.

A month after the divorce my grandmother wanted to leave for thrift-store shopping. I replied sure and she just smiled. When I asked her why, she stated she couldn’t help be enjoy watching myself not asking my husband every time I “had to wipe”. That’s when it hit, I never heard Nanny talk poorly about anyone, especially my marriage until that day.