My Life Of My Parents

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

I don’t remember most of my parent’s marriage and most of the memories I do have of them being together, they were always arguing. I was in 3rd grade when the arguing started. Being so young, I always thought my parents were happy and that they would stay together forever, as every child thinks. In the beginning, they never fought in front of my brother and I and they seemed perfectly fine in front of us. But as the year continued on, they fought

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

When I was 13 years-old, my parents would always get in big arguments. When they argued I didn’t even know what they were arguing about. Until one night my mom decided they wanted a divorce. That night all I could remember was yelling, crying, and depression. I personally have no Idea why my parents decided to get a divorce, I just hope it was for the right reasons. When this was happening I kept blaming it on myself. I thought it was my fault and I had to fix it, but it wasn’t my fault and there was no way I could fix it. The best thing I learned from this situation was to keep my head up and keep positive, those things helped me jump over the obstacle of divorce. This situation made me be more kind to people, because most of the time in life

My mom and her boyfriend at the time, would continue to argue nearly every day. It got to the point, to where I tried running away from the apartment multiple times, of course, I never succeeded. At the age of 10 I experienced fighting between my dad and step-mom. In the beginning I thought it was only a 1-time thing. But as it continued, I realized it wasn’t. Me, having to deal with fighting before, stepped- in to break up the fight to protect my siblings. The fights were always verbal, but I didn’t want my siblings to witness what I have had to many times before. I would take my siblings downstairs, my little sister being 3 years younger than me, and my brother by 10 years. I hoped it would at least help them, instead of developing a corrupted

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.

My parents' divorce was one of my most significant life events. As a result of my parents' divorce, I lived in a divided home. I spent part of my time with my father (usually weekends and a few holidays) and part of my time with my mother (weekdays and other major holidays). Unlike other children my age, who tended to conceive of their parents as infallible well into adolescence, I understood at a young age that my parents were not perfect. My mother frequently criticized my father and vice versa. At first, I felt resentful towards both of them for shattering my world. It was uncomfortable and awkward having to deal with both of them when the anger of the divorce was still festering.

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

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.

They would argue away from my brothers and I not noticing their volume their voices and argument would travel to us. Upon hearing them argue I would cringe mentally. I would cringe because I knew what was going to happen next.

The fights began to escalate and they began to scream, yell, cry, and storm out of the house right in front of my brother and I. I began to take care of my brother a lot more and just checked on him and even stayed in his room and played games with him or I would even comfort him. There was one particular incident I remember. One night after school my parents began to fight and it gradually got louder and louder and I became very uncomfortable with them screaming, so I went into my brothers room to check on him. As I walked in I saw him laying on the ground balling his eyes out and wanting my parents to stop fighting. That was a real moment and a heartbreaking one also. I didn’t really know what to do, but I know I was definitely mad at my parents for making us hear them cuss and scream at one another. I ended up going downstairs. I remember yelling at them saying, “ Bubby is upstairs crying because you guys won’t stop screaming at each other!! Why don’t you guys just leave or go somewhere?!?!”. This made my mom extremely upset, but it did make them stop and go upstairs and check on him and comfort him as well. That was only one incident I experienced, but there’s many

Listening to my parents bicker with each other was tough. I thought you weren’t supposed to argue in front of children, or at least where they could still hear you. I learned that being heard is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Just to feel loved enough to take the time of an individual, without feeling guilty. Honestly I don’t care what we are talking about, but talking and listening are crucial parts in building a sturdy relationship. I felt like I did a lot of listening, I listened to my parents argue, I listened to my

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.

Me and my parents have a really strong bond and we have a really strong relationship. They are the only ones in my life that help and support me in anything I do. They don't want me to give up because sometimes things get hard. My parents and I need to learn how to continue on and work through it without giving up. My parents know when something is wrong and I want to give up, but they always tell me to never give up and they make me work harder. I desire to be like them, I want to be strong and independent.