"We're getting a divorce." That's when I lost it. Tears pouring down my face, sobs that I couldn't stop, and that feeling like you can't breathe even though you actually were able to. My sister just had a blank look on her face as she stared into the table. She doesn't understand. But I understood it perfectly well. I knew what happened when divorces happened: not seeing my dad. I couldn't accept that; I wouldn't. I ran out of the room sobbing and sprinted up the stairs into my bedroom. I flopped down on the bed like a dead carcass and stared into the ceiling. Why me? Out of anyone in the world it had to be me, why?
I don’t really know the reason why they got a divorce, but when they did, I was devastated, because my mom has a lot of children to hang out with her and my dad only has three children, my two younger siblings and I, and I’m pretty sure none of us know how to drive. I always fear to this day since their divorce that when I’m at the other parent's house for the week that the parent that whose house I’m not at will pass away and I won’t know because they won’t be able to tell anyone. My older siblings don’t really visit my dad and he has no family in Idaho, they are living in Florida, and some of my older siblings live somewhere else. I only have three older siblings, they are all in different places, they live in Utah, Detroit, and Ucon.
Also, they felt that life became hopeless. People felt sad, and we all thought about what had happened, and how I would have extra responsibilities. Also, people started to worry about what will happen to us, and who would stay with us. Also, they thought about my life, and how everything changed. After that day, all I felt was sadness, loss of hope, and always wanted to stay alone far away from people. Today it has been five months since that week, and my life is not like before. They are the most depressing times of my life. But I know that I will learn from this journey, and will be able to imply all the ways of taking care of my siblings, and taking charge of a house. So today my life is not the way I thought it would be when I was young, but in the end maybe one day it will get
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
My mom didn’t yell again, she just gave me a fierce look and stiffly began walking out the school to her car. I followed behind and sat in the car. I was still angry as I took a sip from my water bottle. Without saying one word to each other, my mom started the car and we made our way to Ashley’s school.
Kyle’s Memoir “Where are we going,” I asked. “It doesn't matter,” my mother said, sitting in the car . It was only a matter of time until my parents weren’t parents any more.As we were leaving the house all I could think about was where are we going and for what reason are we leaving the house for.Before all of this we(my brother named Kenny Curtis(KC) and myself named Kyle) were instructed to grab a bunch of clothes and get in the car.I never actually realized what was happening until we started living at my mother’s friend's house.I realized that my parents were in a divorce.It stunned me for a while, but eventually I figured out that it is ok and most people get into a divorce.
A few hours later though when my parents did finally emerged from their bedroom they gingerly sat me down at the kitchen table informing me that they would be “taking a break” for a while as my mama had put it. But, all I knew was that, after that, my Step Daddy Cade had left home and he didn’t return for four months. At the time I had honestly thought he was never going to come home again. That’s how things usually worked out around here in
False parentage My life was shattered irrevocably the day my father brought home a bomb. The bomb was the truth. The truth regarding my origin and belonging. All along I was a happy fourteen-year-old without a care in the world. My life revolved around school, many friends, fun and a loving
My mom never told me why her and my dad were separated though. In 2016, they finally signed the divorce papers and got divorced. Ever since they got divorced, it’s been difficult.
Spilt 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.
Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was
despair in their eyes, their hope of love snatched from them, the look I will never forget to this day. The piece of both my parents’ lives that became whole once she was born was now taken away.