My Divorced Parents

Once my mom and my step dad got a divorce her, my brother, and I moved in to our old house until we could go back to Tennessee where we originally came from. Everything went downhill from there. The house had no water or electricity and she would leave me

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

When I was a pre-teen, my parents were not getting along for various reasons and started arguing often, which ultimately led to their divorce in 2011. I felt a great deal of responsibility because I was an older brother, honor student, and participated in many athletic events or programs at Resaca Middle School. I became

It was late October, 2011, when my parents told me we’re moving. I didn’t believe them. “What kind of joke is this? This is jaw dropping.“ But later, a sudden coldness hit at my core and I realized that they were serious. More deliberate questions popped in my mind. “Why would we move? What about my friends? Who is going to pay for the house?” These were all questions that initially ran through my jumbled mind. My parents refused to answer my questions. This however, got me extremely angry. How could they force such a change in my life and ignore my questions? My parents were being bitter, not because they were making me move, but because they were completely ignoring my feelings and questions. My opinions, pointless and powerless, meant nothing to them because the choice has already been made. After all, I’m pretty sure no one would like to move to a new country and adapt to a new environment.

Before I was born my parents had broken up and decided things between them would not work. When I was born my mother had custody of me, and my father was unsure that I was his child until they had gotten the results of the paternity test. My father fought for custody of me from the day he found out that I was his child because he knew he could provide a safer and more stable life for me than my mother. While living with my birth mother I was exposed to drugs and I was frequently left at strangers houses because my mother was either working or

When I was 11 years old, I witnessed the first and last time my father ever laid hands on my mother. After years of issues and investigation, my mother finally unleashed all of the built up information she had acquired about my father’s unfaithful ways. This lead to the biggest fight they’ve ever had and law enforcement being involved. After my parents separated, they spent weeks going through the court system for custody clearance and child support clearance. Because the Providence police department walked in on the domestic violence scene, they set up dates for my parents to go to court and for the court to interview my brother and me as well. However, because my mother did not want any restrictions on my father so that he would be able to see his children whenever he pleased, she chose to cooperate with the court system.

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

I lost my mother to breast cancer at the age of 14. My Father lived out of state at the time and returned to Colorado shortly after. My sister and I lived with my Aunt and Uncle after her passing. My sister was only 5 years old at the time. My expectation was to naturally go and live with my Father. When this did not happen and I had no explanation as to why and I reacted as any other teenager would. I rebelled with the strength of a thousand teenagers. I justified my every action with the idea that I should be with my Father and this is worth fighting for. I spent years running away and being caught at school. I had always wanted to finish school but didn’t want to be away from my Father. Finally after exhausting the justice system and my Aunt and Uncle. I was allowed to live with my Father at the cost of being separated from my sister. In about 6 short months I found out the hard way why I was kept from my Father. My father was a heroin addict. He disappeared for several weeks at a time. At one point our rent was due and I had to figure out how to pay. I requested time off from school and explained my situation in hopes

We were a middle class Native American family and seemed like a normal family on the outside but m6 parents sometimes fought. During my 5th grade year, my mom and aunt told me that we were moving to a new town in a bigger house. I was upset and told them how selfish they were. I spent months trying to change my family's mind but they wouldn't budge.

Me and my twin sister was all that was left after our other siblings were taken and placed into foster care . our father was in and out of jail a lot so it was up to my mother to take care of 2 twin girls . my father eventually went back to jail and my mother had a mental break down and left us on the porch of my grandmother kathy's house . me and ,my sister stayed there till we were about 1 year and some months old were we were being taken care of by my 2 uncles who were teenagers at the time . after a couple of months the state decided that the house we were staying in wa unfit and wanted us in foster care until my granny came to the rescue with the best lawyers and took us into her custody . we were living with my great grandmother at the ages of 2 as me and my sister grew things got more and more expensive and she worked an overnight job so as she went to work my big cousins looked after us till she was off we didn't have a car at the time so my granny was paying people to pick us up drop us off to my cousins house take her to work and was paying my cousin to watch us at work everyday my granny would be so tired after work but still made time for us and put us first she made sure we had something even if she didn't

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

My parents were born in the last Vietnamese war 1970s at Tay Ninh province. At that male chauvinism time, just sons could go to school instead daughters stayed home to help doing chores or working. My grandmother told me that when my mother was at five, she had to take care of her younger siblings due to working-class situation. At twelve, she knew how to make money to help my grandparents’ finance. She rode bicycle to near the border of Vietnam and Cambodian to sale cabbage or until married with my father. Beside that, my father also had the hardest time in his childhood. He was born in a middle-class so he had a better life than my mother. However, he had been shocked at fourteen-year-old when my grandfather died in train accident and

At two-years-old, I experienced many adult situations. My biological mother has struggled with substance abuse ever since I was born. My biological father is Hispanic and was never involved in my life. His whereabouts are unknown to this day. I recall constantly moving to unkempt houses, including living in a garage and a tent in a different state, and regularly feeling filthy. When I was three, my mother moved my sister, myself, and herself to New Jersey. My current guardians brought us all back to Indiana after we had experienced horrible living conditions for six months. Consequently, when I turned five, a judge ordered that my sister and I be removed from my mother’s care. This is when my adoptive parents became my legal guardians. They

In 2005, I was faced with a tragic situation I cannot fix. My parents decided to

When I was younger I was always thankful my parents weren’t divorced. I saw classmates struggle with the pain of separated parents. I heard horror stories of them arguing and children having to pick sides. It sounded like hell. I knew I was lucky. I got to go home and not have to go to sleep covering my ears with my pillow, drowning out parents yelling. I was surrounded by love everywhere I looked. My little, narrowminded self thought I had it better simply because I had parents that never fought in front of me and lived in the same house. However, I stand here today with divorced parents, and a completely different mindset on love.