My Family : A Broken Home Is A Broken Family

To give you a little background my parents actually split when I was around four years old. Although, I was so young I remember every bit of it. As well as the part in which I had no contact with my dad till around the age of seven. This was the difficult time in my life especially being a young child. In fact, I remember sitting in my room trying to fall asleep but couldn't due to the fact that I was contemplating why my dad would not try to communicate with his own daughter. This gave me significant emotional stress at such a young age.

In the seventh grade my parents decided to get a divorce, it had a very negative effect on my family. Being in middle school the situation was very confusing and vague. I thought to myself how annoying it’s going to be switching houses every week and having double the thanksgivings, christmases, easters,etc. Also having

I was only two years old when my parents got a divorce. I didn't really think much of it, being how young I was, I thought it was normal. Everything was fine between my mother and father, in fact they were great friends. I would visit my dad every other weekend but often he was sick so I couldn't make it. My father and I went camping and fishing very frequently, along with video games it was one of my favorite things to do with him. My mother was a single mom of two (my younger sister and I) until I was around 5 or 6 when she met my step father, for privacy I will call him Rob.

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

To this day, I have problems when visiting my dad, as I know him as the sole creator of the divorce. Right away, I wanted nothing to do with my dad. I stopped seeing him, until gradually I worked back to seeing him, then seeing him at my old house, and then finally spending the night at my old house. Now, I feel back at square one. Visiting with him is not enjoyable, it is something I dread, and feels like it wastes my time. After my mom remarried in September, I moved to a new house and finally feel like I live a life of a person with a whole family. And now, my dad is no longer part of this family. While this is not fair to him, life is not fair and his actions brought upon the divorce. His actions cause me to go to counseling for years to talk about my problems. His actions caused my social problems in which I had a hard time making friends because I feel I can not trust anyone. His actions make me fear that I will never have a happy relationship where I get married and have kids and grow old together with my spouse. And his actions show that there was a trace of happiness in our

Have you ever been through something something that torn you apart and changed the way you saw yourself?Well that something was my parents divorce.It might have only been five years but it feels like forever at other times I feel like it was just yesterday they were together.My second youngest sister Julianna is five that’s how we keep track of how long they’ve been divorced.I have my step-dad now but we’re not well adjusted yet.Julianna refers to him as her dad though.The divorce didn’t involve any insane trama or violence but it tore my heart.We moved a couple of times after the split since we could not have afforded the house on our own.They shared custody of us for about two years I’d go with him and my new step-mom and my sister.My step-moms son lived with them which made it awkward.Suddenly he just stopped no phone calls no letters no well anything.

Hi my names Karlee Haase and I'm going to tell you about my crazy family.In my family I have a mom and dad a brother named Jarrod and a sister named Sophie, Jarrod's 16 and Sophie's 10. I'm going to tell you a story about when my siblings,cousins and I had a sleepover at our

About four years later my mom kicked my dad out and then the following year they got divorced. It was absolutely awful. How do you go from seeing your dad everyday to seeing him every other weekend? I blamed myself for the longest time. Was it me? Could I have done something different to keep them together? I soon came to realize there was nothing I could have done. They were already apart in so many ways. I had to grow up a lot through the divorce. My mom had to work again and I had to take care of my four year old sister all the time. I never had the chance to really be a kid because I had to take on a lot of responsibilities. I also believed that love would never last. That I was bound to get a divorce too when I got older since my parents did. I look back now and come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t want them to be together. That whole experience changed me for the better. It taught me how to grow up, maybe faster than I would’ve liked, but taught me how to take on responsibilities. It gave me the jumpstart to the person I am

Growing up in a divorced household was difficult when I was younger. It was even harder going to my mother's house since she was an alcoholic. My parents got a divorce when I was about two years old. I didn't even know what it meant to get divorced or to be an alcoholic. I'm glad that they split up when I was younger because I don't remember them being together that much anyway.

When my parents got divorced I was only eight. It was really hard to take in because my sister was only five and she didn’t understand it like I did. All she knew was that mom and dad got in arguments all the time. She would come to me crying and I had to comfort her, my mom and dad couldn’t because of all the frustration they had. Also, with me being so young it was hard for to decide who I wanted to live with.

My parents have been divorced since I was the age of two. Being a child of divorce is all I’ve ever known and growing up I felt different than many of my friends. I never like having to explain my family situations to my friends because most of them did not understand what it was like to have divorced parents. I began to resent my parents for being divorce and wished it had never happened. However, as I continued to grow and mature my family began to grow; my mom got remarried and so did my dad. I gained a new stepdad, stepmom, two step siblings, and a half-brother. Looking back on it now I do not remember why I was so upset with my parents for their divorce; all I see now is the positive things it has brought into my life. I have gained so

My father showed up to my graduation late missing me walk across the stage receiving my diploma, but I still love him. When I was younger we had a normal father daughter relationship until Valentine’s day of 2009 when he left. My mom left the house and business to get away from their toxic marriage. They soon got a divorce and ever since then he hasn’t been an active reliable father. Years passed, and I was still holding on to hope that he’d someday will re-enter his three-daughter’s life but hope soon vanished when he did not attend anything he should’ve as a father, call to check up on us or send not only monetary support, but support in general. My mother and father had a great relationship I would say before the divorce but of course

divorced I was four. For most kids this is tragic, but i got see my dad and my mom just not at the same time. One day my mom got a call they told her that my dad was in jail. My mom drove us there we went to talk to my dad. He was in orange when we saw him I wondered why he was there. Then I started crying there was glass between us. I put my hand on the glass and so did he then he started crying then a guard said visiting time was over. So we left we went home.

My father is also extremely busy due to his numerous jobs, including, but not limited to, a high school teacher, assistant football coach, head wrestling coach, and driver’s education instructor. My parents were always tremendously involved and dedicated to raising my sister and I, even though their work lives were so hectic. Chloe and I spent hours at work with my mother, attended a lot of sports practices and events with our father, and we absolutely loved every second of it. My dad’s players became like big brothers to us and teased us like family. Due to many priorities, my parents needed assistance along the way to raise us. Our next-door neighbors, Pam Schwebach and her young sons, Tony and Greg, became a second family to us. Pam watched over us but was a single mother of her own. Therefore, my father took the lead as a father figure to her two sons and looked out for them the way she looked out of us. Pam would often watch us when our parents were at work. In the winter, my dad would snow-blow a path from our home to Pam’s so we could have easy access to each other. We have spent every

Broken home is a worldwide problem and it occurs in a situation whereby the parent are not able to cope with each other may be as a result of financial constraint or incompactibility of their behavior hence the child live with either of the parents. The parents in order to make bolt ends meet will not be at home most of the time. The child is deprived of love and affection and parent s enlightenment and motivation on how to go about things.