Personal Experience: My Parents Divorce

When I was 11, my parents were battling in an ugly divorce. I wasn't seen as a kid because for a brief moment I became an adult that could make tough life changing decisions. As a child , I was confused on what was happening. I didn’t understand why my mom was gone one day, returned the next and then  just gone. I couldn't comprehend why police officers would regularly come to my broken home. The gruesome divorce and after period was an emotional roller coaster that never ended until today. It was difficult to adapt to the new lifestyle with a new single mom. I vividly remember having to sleep on the floor for months , having an empty naked white fridge and having to support my single mother every night as she dealt with depression. Although, life was hard I stayed strong, supported my sisters and accepted the new life I  was given.

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 had just finished middle school, I was so excited to start High School. I had made a lot of friends, and couldn't wait to start a new chapter in our lives. The summer of 2012 was amazing, I had done a lot, and band camp was at the end of the summer, that is what I am looking forward to the most. Not to mention all of my friends are in band, and I enjoy band ever since I joined in 6th grade. A week before band camp, I went out and getting all of my snacks, and checking off the list item by item, well I was not my mother was. As the days went by it was two nights before I was going to head up to Jacksons Mill in Weston, West Virginia when my life changed forever.

Often enough, divorce usually has a negative effect on people. I am no exception to that. Though I was too young to remember what life was like before my parents separated themselves, having that life for as long as I can think of was not a good experience. It caused me to have a serious case of anxiety before going to my dad’s house for visitation, during, and after. No one likes to feel anxious or stressed, and I felt that everyday, all the time. I was a self-conscious, shy girl who wasn’t ready for complex

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.

As we walked in it was only a week before I would have to go to this school every day for a year. We went into the counselor office and everyone knew my mother but they didn’t know me and I felt the expectations of being her daughter fall onto my shoulders. The counselor Mrs. Avery started talking at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour throwing out what my options were but not giving me a lot of time to process. I started to relax though because my mother had always made the decisions and she usually chose the right one in my opinion. But then my worst nightmare in that situation happened my mom turned to me and asked me what did I want to do and that it was my choice. I had to make a decision I had about a minute to realize what would be best for me and what I was going to have to choose. I realized right then how much power choice had I realized I had to choose what I wanted and what would be the best thing for me. Mrs. Avery and my mother looked at me I realized I need to make a decision as they looked at me I decided I would become a Freshman and take all the honor class I could. As I sat there the process of high school just beginning I thought about all of my fear and doubts about my abilities but I also knew that I would fight for the grade I wanted and I would do the very best I could. As my thoughts ran through my head and I chose

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

Two years ago in fifth grade was a great year until one something happened, something that was not going to make the year better, but make the year worse. I was sitting in my room watching TV when mom yells from the living room, “Kandace! Can you come here please?”. I pause the show and walk out of the room and sit on the couch she looks at her phone and then at me, “ Katelynn and Andrea are moving to Arizona.” she says in a sad voice, My heart stopped. In my head, I just kept thinking It’s a joke, she is just kidding, why would they move so far away? but she wasn’t they were really moving to Arizona, and I had no idea why.

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

I walk in my front door, knowing my mother would be standing there all red face, arms crossed, staring at me with smoke blowing out her ears. I looked around trying to see if she was around. I noticed she was in her room, up in the attic getting boxes down. The only thing that crossed my mind was that she was going to make me and my little brother move during the middle of the school year. I had no intentions on moving this day interfered with the rest of my sophomore year of high school. This affected my learning because I was being a hard headed teen not wanting to move. I went to the new school with a negative attitude and did not care.

I was born from a family, in which it was just my sister and I. At a tender age

The company, which works on this theatre, is The Civilians. It is a very mighty smart company in New York. The artistic director Steve Cosson founds it on 2001. And it is focus on creating original work derived from investigations into the world beyond the theater. They produced more than ten original productions during ten years from 2002 to 2009. You Better Sit Down: Tales From My Parents’ Divorce is one of the indicative one from

Whenever I hear people talking about divorce, or hear phrases such as “broken family” I want to either comfort or correct the person. I am able to set aside the sliver of pain that resides in the back of my head and realize all the wonderful things that have come out of my parent’s separation. I was pretty young when my parents started to have constant arguments but never really put the pieces together on my own. My worst childhood memories are not of scraped knees or broken bones but a broken heart. What had happened? What had I done? I can now confidently say that all the difficult times my parents’ divorce put me through have helped to bring my family together, separately. It left me with countless life lessons and the realization that things can always be worse. My parents’ divorce not only brought me severe pain but strength. It’s helped me to grow as an individual and I want to always remember that this is how things were meant to be.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

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.