My Divorced Life

Having a supporting mom is such a huge advantage in my life. My mom supports me in all my future decisions; from life problems to something simple like clothing choice. Seeing other people not having supporting families, really makes me think how lucky I am to have a supportive family. Without my mom’s support, I wouldn’t be the same person that I am today.

Throughout my childhood, my environment consisted of switching between my mother's and father's house every week. Since I was an infant, my parents have been divorced and I believe that being a child of divorce has shaped my life tremendous ways. Through the hardships that came with living in two houses for 16 years of my life, I had the time to mature and learn a lot about myself and who I wanted to be as a person. Watching my parents for many years, I realized what I did and did not want to be when I grew up. From my father, I wanted to have the dedication and perseverance that he exhibited. From my mother, I wanted to be friendly and beautiful like her. However, there was many qualities that my parents carried that I did not want to take

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

Without a father in the household, my mother had to wear several different hats at one time. By that, I mean she had to play several different parts as a parent. She was and still is an authoritative parent. My mother was the one to tell us no, to correct us when we were wrong, kiss the boo-boos, teach us respect for ourselves and the ones around us, talk to us when we were upset, the one to hurt our feelings, taught us how to braid, and so much more. It got easier as we

I never had a father to tell me right from wrong also it caused me to be blind to education. If you know better you do better but in my case I didn’t learn this concept until age eighteen. I went to school at Oxford and transferred to Lafayette so the transition made it easier for me to get into another group or crowd that was no good. As time went by I started to realize how much I was depriving myself from an education. I had a single mom that did her best raising three boys, but sometimes you don’t always live the life you wish you could have. In my life I have learned from a single mom that are no excuses or complains when it comes to family. My mom is the root of growth she is the queen to my kingdom here on earth. I am not perfect I have dealt with many struggles in my life time and because of the struggles I have learned more than I should have for my

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

The feeling of only having my mother by my side help strengthen our relationship but eventually decayed the one with the rest of my family. We worked together by ourselves without

"Darn it, Mitch! You don 't care about anyone but yourself and that stupid job! I

Throughout everyone’s life certain events take place in which ideas, thoughts or even the lives of individuals change. Sometimes those life changing events can be an emotional period of time in which joy and sorrow can manifest and lead to bigger and better lives for everyone involved. In the same manner these experiences can be used as a teaching point for yourself as well as others. In my case, the learning point came with one single event which completely changed my views and decisions as well as my own life towards the decision of marriage. At the time I had just experienced a divorce and I honestly did not want to jump right into another marriage. However, if it were not for one bad near to death experience I would have never imagined

After my parents divorced in 2004, we spent four years with our mom and then our high school years with our dad and step-mother. During those years, my amount of traveling increased when going between families and outside activities. Eventually, I got used to living out of a suitcase and being ready to go. There were times where it took a toll on me, but if it did not happen, I or my siblings would not have met the people we have or had new experiences. Even my dad admits that the divorce actually was an opportunity for us to leave out of Lena. Even with the back and forth, I started working with children individually or in small groups. From my junior high years to high school, I have tutored students in math, been a teacher’s aide for a kindergarten

I have experienced multiple unusual family circumstances over the years. The first that I can easily remember is experiencing what I would call visual abuse, or watching someone else be physically and emotionally abused. I was frequently a witness to my parent’s violent arguments, my father’s outbursts, and my mother’s deceitful behavior. Subsequently, I suffered through my parent’s divorce. This in itself was a relief in some ways because I rarely saw them fight in person any longer. However, it led to me constantly move between the two of them. For a time, I was evenly distributed between my parents on a week-by-week basis, though this changed when my father lost his full-time job in 2008 and had to move into my grandparent’s beach house

When I was born my parents and I lived with my dad’s parents. My dad and grandfather worked together and everything was great until they started to disagree on things. Eventually, things got worse and my parents wouldn’t speak to my grandparents. My parents at this time had my brother and thought it would be best if we moved out and got our own house. The problem was, however, that because I had spent so much time living in my grandparents house, they didn’t want me to leave. The ended up taking my parents to court.

During my parents ' divorce, I had learned things no eighth grader should need to know about my parents relationship. The way I viewed my dad changed dramatically based on his efforts to maintain a relationship with me and my sister and his mental health. When I was about to start my freshman year in high school, my dad had officially lost all hope of trying to redevelop a relationship with me. We had family out from his side to celebrate my sister, Olivia’s, communion. To me, it seemed like everything was fine and there was no tension between anyone, however at the end of the ceremony my mom was left in tears and everyone was upset after my dad had yelled at the priest, causing a scene, then leaving the church.

The most dominant feature of my life was growing up without a dad. While in my youngest years, I was not bothered by the fact that I was a fatherless child, it did impact me later on. The main reason I was unshaken by the absence of my father was due to the presence of my grandfather. My grandfather effectively filled the missing masculine role that my father was supposed to play in my life, despite the fact that he did not live with us.

The average amount of kids that experience their parents go through divorce is about 50%. Well I happen to be apart of the 50%. Being apart of that could be a good and a bad thing. In this memoir I am going to be telling you, why my parents got a divorced, how the divorce affected me then and now, and how I get along with my parents. It all began in the first grade when my parents would goes day without any communication after a fight. My family lived together, but my dad and some of my siblings had a room downstairs, and my mom was upstairs with the rest of the kids in a separate room. I had my uncle and aunt's phone number because when they got in a fight I was 7 years old and my siblings would try and get in the fight and try to stop them from yelling, while us other kids were either sleeping or crying. I was the one kid to just sit there quietly and not say a word and, my sister would be just listening. I hated when my parents fought, but if I even tried to get in the middle of it, what good would that do to the relationship.