My Mother And Family

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.

The only difference now, is that I am old enough to be the one to listen to my mother and let her vent out to me as she has never talked about this to anyone. My mother explains that she got into a heated argument with my father on their way back from the local little market because she undeniably caught him looking at another women in a way that she felt uncomfortable. Obviously, my father being the macho man that he often portrays to be, does not care about how she feels in the slightest about the situation because to him, that is what a man does. A man can look at whomever he pleases. A man can go wherever he pleases. A man can do whatever he pleases. I am confused to feel a tear drop onto my leg as I had not noticed that I was already swimming in a beach of my own tears. My heart hurt to see my mother breaking down like that. By that time, it was already so late in the night that all my siblings were already tucked in bed and sleeping ever so peacefully. My mother and I were the only ones still up as she could not get herself to go to bed with the man who had just broken her heart again. I often did not want to get involved in my parents’ conflicts because I tend to advice my mother on what her options are, such as divorcing him, leaving him, and moving away, but she always goes back to my father because she states that she was raised to stay by her husband’s side no matter what. “… but I love him” she

When I was growing up, the only family I had was my mom and her side of the family. My father was not a big part of my life at that point in time, and our relationship has suffered because of it. For the first four years of my life, my father was an active member of the Marine Corps. His absence in my life impacted our relationship since we never had a chance to connect, and I don 't think we ever recovered from that. We’re on good terms now, but we don’t have any special connection like my mom and I do. The two of us were never close, we never see eye to eye, and we can barely hold a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes.

Therapist: ( with no affect or intensity) What would you say if I told you that I thought you are really afraid of displeasing your father so much that you would avoid it all costs? Maybe you said mother because you think your father would not approve of your relationship. Maybe you do things such as show up late to appointments so you do have to address your feelings for your dad. Maybe you sleep around just to avoid dealing with the pain you feel everyday about not being the best son you could be. Maybe you even feel guilty for some of the feelings you have deep inside of you toward each of your

I have always been a really jealous type and I did not like seeing dad with another women if it was not mom. One of my struggles was when mom and dad got divorced. I went through tough times during this situation. Up till this day I still think about my parents and how life would be so much easier and better if they were together, but I knew it was for the best of them to divorce. When my parents were together, it was a complete disaster. All I could do is pray and hope for the best for them.

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

My sister and I tried to convince my parents to see each other more often. We were secretly hoping they would begin to talk again and possibly reconcile their differences, so we could become a family again. Being the second oldest child, I was the most concerned because I felt I had the most understanding of the situation. I tried to control the situation by talking to my dad and asking him to ask my mom to come back. My dad explained to me that my mom leaving gave them room and time to work things out. During this time I still felt like I could help them or do something to help their relationship, I was too young to understand I was not in charge and I began to worry a lot about all of us as a

My parents Brad and Alina always seem to be arguing about something. Brad, my father, is always gone on business trips and never seems to have time for family. I'm in 7th grade now and my mom is my only support. My mom is always trying to make excuses for why my dad couldn’t make it home on time. However, she makes me smile every time I see her in the stands cheering me on. My father hasn’t been to any of my track meets, basketball, or baseball games for almost two years. I always hear my friends talking about how they went fishing or played catch with their dad’s over the weekend. When I was in first grade my dad didn’t work as much so we would all go as a family to the park and run around. However, when I was In third grade I got diagnosed

Continuing on, while the relationship with my mom grew, my dad and I relationship began to deteriorate. I would say that I have a severely avoidant attachment relationship with my dad. It is quite odd because growing up I had a fabulous relationship with my dad, I was what you might call, a daddy’s girl. My dad was my best friend. As I got older it alternated. Today, my dad rarely displays affection toward me and does not even communicate with me. He is not supportive and defensive or protective when it comes to other family members hurting my feelings. He does not show care for my feelings. Even on the death of my grandfather a few months ago, my mom’s dad passed away, and she was miles away with her family. I was

When I was a kid I believed my parents were happy together and loved each other, but as I began to grow up I started noticing how toxic their relationship actually was becoming. They started to fight more, lie more, and love less. My mother began to hide things, not just from my dad but from everyone else as well. One night, when I was just about 13 years old my life crashed down and my idea of love crashed with it. My dad found out what my mother had been doing behind his back with the neighbor, but at the time none of us knew he was doing the same thing with his co worker. For months after this happened I didn’t even understand what love meant anymore because even though they had both cheated they still lied in the same bed at night and still

Growing up I didn’t really know how to deal with my parent’s divorce cause I never payed no mind to it. I thought it was just a normal thing growing up with one parent in the house. I though just living with just with the mother in the house and seeing my dad maybe once a year was normal for most people. Just spending a weekend at my dads was a big deal because all we would do is have fun and play games. It seemed like a vacation more than anything to me, so I didn’t really have a problem with it. But once I started to get a little older I started to miss the father son bond that I saw on TV and even at school. Dads would come pick there kids up from school every day or their dad would meet them at the bus and then walk with them home every

Growing up knowing my parents were divorced didn’t really bother me. I saw my dad and spent the night with him all the time, but then something terrible happened. He met this woman and they got married, and that was the day I lost my dad, someone I thought would be there for me always. When I first met them, everything seemed fine, I was still a little skeptical about the whole thing, but overall they seemed like nice people. Well, that lasted for about a year when my stepmom started treating me like I was less important than her other kids and so I stopped coming around and me and my dad rarely talked. This broke my heart, and for some reason my dad didn’t even seem to care we didn’t have a relationship anymore. At on point I even asked “Do you even love me anymore?” Looking off in the distance, “Of course I do Megan, why do you ask?” he said. I’m becoming impatient every second he’s acting like everything's okay. “Because you seem so stuck up your wife’s butt that I don’t even matter anymore.” he just looks at me like I stomped on his big toe. “ Megan, she’s my wife.” in my head I was thinking

My parents are both from different countries, My mother was born in Mexico while my father was born in El Salvador. After coming to America both were enrolled by my grandparents too Lee High School. Both of my parents did not know english at all so they had to take ESL classes which filled most of their high school schedule. In those classes they interacted and formed a connection between each other, shortly after that they began dating and going out to different areas just to have a couple more minutes together. Their connection grew even greater which led my father to presenting my mother to his family. At the age of eighteen my mother was impregnated and decided to drop out of highschool; my father followed her idea and dropped out as well

At the time of my parents divorce, I am glad to say that my life has turned from chaos to order. Although I was mostly devastated about their decision, I had soon to realize that nothing has drastically changed in my family. My parents had remained friends and continued to act as if we were still a family because even though they were divorced, they did not want us to feel as if we have all been separated from each other. Although they were no longer together, I was glad that they had found new partners. My mom had found a guy that I did not take a liking to at first but I later got to know him better and soon realized that he cared deeply for my mother and my brother and I and made my mother very happy. My dad has also found a significant other that makes him very happy and cares for my brother and I as well.

But you decide against it . Your Mother, as he calls her, has always been a touchy subject with your dad. You’ve never actually seen the two of them speak, but every time she must be mentioned he frowns and his voice takes on this crafted, neutral tone that never is quite so neutral. You’ve often wondered about this tone (even went so far as to ask your sister about it once. “Don’t worry about it,” she