My Parents Had Split Up

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.

My dad remarried, and mom mom is getting married in June. I have three step brothers that I grew up with on my dad 's side. My sister and I still talk to our step brothers like they are our blood brothers. They are family, and all the people I have met from my step parents are family as well. The divorce opened me up to the real world. I know everything is not going to pan out just as I plan it, but I think all that matters is what you make of your situation. I celebrate two Christmases. If I had to choose, I would like my parents to still be married. I don’t think anyone wants their parents to get a divorce. I have heard stories about kids who hated their step parents, but I think of both of my step parents as family. They have always treated me as their child, so I have never had any reason to think otherwise. Several of my friends have parents that have been divorced. One of my friends, called me one night about his parents fighting. He knew that I had gone through it before, and he wanted my advice. I gave him my best

Even though situations seem averse they might become positive in the end. To me and probably most people in my situation would say that their parents being divorced would be a negative situation. Although at the time I was distraught, I learned that my parents divorce might have not been helpful at first, but later on it affected my life dramatically.

My parents divorced when I was about seven years old, and my mom became the custodial parent. As my younger sister and brother, and I could adapt to always going back and forth between our parent’s. The challenging thing about having divorced parents is meeting their new significant other, which I have met multiple of them. Another thing is meeting my parent’s significant other’s children. Each person I met was nice, and if I was meeting a toddler, they were energetic. Although, each time I did meet these people, I was usually very distant and dramatic.

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.

My parents were never a perfect couple, they always got into big arguments and physical altercations to the point where it affected me in school academically. My mom would end up with 2 black eyes from my father and my father being away from home for a long period of time.

My childhood may not have been the greatest compared to my peers who grew up with both parents who loved them. I was raised in a broken home, and I mean shattered. I grew up in a house of lies on one week and a “strict” household the other. Let me explain the lies a little bit here. My mother and stepfather lied a lot about themselves and my father. The other week wasn’t really strict it was structured with rules and schedules that needed to be followed, this was at my father’s and

For a vast majority, families typically consist of a mom, a dad, and siblings. I have a mom, dad, and an older brother. But when I was five years old, one mistake changed everything and my life was turned upside down: my dad cheated on my mom with the woman upstairs. I did not understand it at the time, of course. Looking back, I do not think I fully comprehended the situation until now. In my mind then, it meant no more seeing daddy every day, because I’m moving. We moved to the great state of Virginia; my brother and I both hated it. It wasn’t home, and it could never be. We moved twice before settling down in Midlothian and staying in the comfort of suburbia. I transferred schools for the third time and had to start all over again. It was even more uncomfortable than the first time. I was this tiny, shy second grader. Even though my anxiety was through the roof at that time, I eventually got used to the apprehensive feelings.

When my biological father and my mother split, a few years later my mother met someone new. I was only six months old when they met and two years old when my mom remarried. I still didn't have a feel for what was happening or why this new man came into my life. When they got married,

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

Seeing your parents apart and not getting along when they’re together is hard for most kids specially when you’re 8 years old and you don’t know what’s coming next. The day my parents got divorced changed my perception of what a normal family was.

I have experienced multiple unusual family circumstances over the years. The first that I can easily remember is experiencing what I would call visual abuse, or watching someone else be physically and emotionally abused. I was frequently a witness to my parent’s violent arguments, my father’s outbursts, and my mother’s deceitful behavior. Subsequently, I suffered through my parent’s divorce. This in itself was a relief in some ways because I rarely saw them fight in person any longer. However, it led to me constantly move between the two of them. For a time, I was evenly distributed between my parents on a week-by-week basis, though this changed when my father lost his full-time job in 2008 and had to move into my grandparent’s beach house

When my mom divorced my dad It was a blessing I was sad because he was my dad and we got to live in a nice clean house.Also my mom got me things that I didn’t have like games and other things.But I feel bad for him once they divorced he’s being all horrible and all.Since they divorced, I wanted to study and be a smart person in life I want to go to college and stay in college for nine years.Also everyday I get home, I’m always excited and I’m thinking to myself, I’m glad that they divorced.I always love my mom also my dad because they both loved me and my two brothers and also my sister.

The majority of three year olds remember playing with their toys not sitting in court house attempting to comprehend why they had to take turns to see their parents. Ever since my parents divorced life has been a constant struggle between constant arguing and family courts. I currently live with my dad because my mom isn’t true to her children. My mother has tried everything in her power to get my father arrested, I would get home from school with bruises from P.E. and my she would accuse my dad of beating me .

Growing up in a home with divorced parents began my real-life experience as it related to the areas of law and criminal justice. My parent’s divorce was a very long process due to a contentious custody battle. It was very eye opening as to the relation between the law and these types of legal proceedings. The divorce lead to my parents living in separate homes; essentially causing us children to be essentially split between two people we loved. My parents were with very malicious people both abusive in their own ways. My father began a relationship with a woman who was verbally abusive. My mother began a relationship with an alcoholic who was physically abusive. He was also abusive in other ways, but my family never knew about that part. With both relationships, there were many times law enforcement was called. These law enforcement individuals were the ones that showed me as a young, innocent child that police officers did not merely hand out speeding tickets, but they were there to protect those who could not protect themselves. Every time the police were called they always asked if I was okay or if I was scared. One of the times I gathered the courage and told them how frightened I was. This lead to them taking my mother’s boyfriend to jail. The abuse I was subjected to by my mother’s boyfriend as a child is what lead me towards a goal of working in law to help those who may be in the same position I was as a child. I never shared the additional abuse I encountered as a