Personal Narrative: Being A Child Of Divorce

Marriage is a sacred union between two people who share love. For a long time, there has been a misconception about everything surrounding it. Whether it is the divorce rate, or the average happiness of married couples, many believe only the negative. Researchers often look only for the downside and forget to emphasize all the benefits marriage brings. In her book, The Good News About Marriage, Feldhanh discusses all of this and more in depth to bring to light the truth about marriage. Love is great and sharing a life with someone is something so special; therefore, it shouldn’t be looked down on based on misconceptions.

Instead of writing my English essay due the next day, I was contemplating where I would spend my weekend; at my mom’s home or at my dad’s. Not many of us enjoying talking of what it is like to grow up with divorced parents, because it is a difficult situation to be a part of. Growing up being shuffled from household to household and trying to spend quality time with both parents is different; my friends did not have to plan their social lives around the days they would be spending with their dad or mom. Most of my friends got the privilege of going home to receive love and support from both of their parents. They got to sit down at the dinner table with both their mother and father to eat supper and share the details of their day whether that

Going through my parent’s divorce was very life changing for me. I went through so many emotions, which until this day is a topic that is hard for me to talk about. It was very sad not seeing my parents together, having no clue where my dad was and seeing my mom sad. I would love to spend time with my parents and brothers. For example, our Sunday’s mornings, seeing my mom cook breakfast, watching my dad drink his cup of coffee, watching TV with my brothers, then playing Latin music seeing my parents dance. I loved that so much. So not having that out of

Today, many kids are the children of divorced parents and it isn't uncommon anymore. Usually parents are civil with one another for the sake of the children. However, I was the victim of two very uncivil parents, both who refused to admit their own faults to one another and then went on to speak badly of the other to my younger sisters and I.

Divorce is something well known to many of my peers. I have had to deal with it not just once, but twice. In 2002, my Mom and Dad split. Almost two years later, my Mom remarried to the man who was my childhood father figure. Being that all three parents were military, my Dad and I did not live close to each other. My Dad was stationed at different bases, sometimes a base half way across the world. This caused a stronger bond to my stepfather, Jason. Over the course of 11 years, Jason and I grew a father-daughter relationship.

Sixth grade year is expected to be a wonderful transition from "little kid" to mature-ish adolescent, but for me it wasn't.

My mom and dad called me down to the table, sat me down, and said the word divorce. Divorce was a new word to me but I would not come to realize what divorce meant till I was older. Soon after our conversation my dad moved out and I decided to stay with my mom until an arrangement was worked out where I could see both parents equally. My parents started to go their separate way . My dad married a fiery Colombian woman named Margarita. She has tested me through time and it taught me many lessons through her anger and her love.

My parents separated when I was six years old and officially divorced when I was eleven. During this time, I never knew the real story behind the split. However, now that I can understand the complications and issues, I seek for the answer to that question. That question that has been in my mind for as long as I can remember: why did they split up? As I listen to my mom express her side, my heart shatters. I realize that even though the divorce never impacted me, learning how much she suffered and how she handled it has an affect on me.

Three years ago, my parents decided it would be best if they split up. My brothers and I didn’t understand, and we didn’t agree. We were hurt, and everything seemed to be crumbling down around us. It was an extremely emotional time for all of us, and it was then that I realized who was really there for me. My family, my friends, and faith in God is what really helped my through the hard times of my parents’ divorce.

Nothing is more humbling than being faced with adversity. So many forget that struggle is what molds an individual and I am one molded by it. There is something so raw and real when you see someone you love face hardship. Being the sympathetic person I am I found myself blurring the line between my happiness and another’s. The day my mom let it slip that her and my father were planning to separate threw me into a daze. The crack in her voice gave depth to the situation and that is when I know that this was real.

Marriage is a beautiful thing, it shouldn’t be taken for granted. You have to work things through, and you cant take your spouse for granted. Marriage is a great thing to have, I wish someday myself I could be blessed with a beautiful marriage, and someday be happy forever with a wife, and children. I think that’s everyone 's dream someday is to be able to have a family of there own. I feel like today we see that people are taking advantage of one another. There not in a relationship to be together, I guess you can say that they are just using each other for there own personal gain.

The commitment of marriage is one of the most important decisions two people will make in their lives. The vow of marriage is a pledge of your everlasting love uniting you in holy marriage. Whereby you commit to share all that life has to offer. The good times and the bad times, with patience and understanding. For marriage to remain strong, your faith must never waiver due to circumstances of everyday life. Remember, that the power of faith can conquer all obstacles. Marriage is a spiritual contract. When words of faith are spoken, and actual miracle takes place as God honors your faith and brings you into union together. Love is a commitment, not just and emotion or a feeling. These words were spoken fourteen years ago, on August sixteenth, two thousand two. I was a young, twenty-one year old girl who was committing her life to the only boyfriend she had ever had. We already had three kids, and I just figured that it was the next step in life that we were supposed to do. Everyone did it, so I had to too. As the years progressed, I wondered if I had made the right decision and, and was finding myself wanting out of the marriage. Because I have also experienced unhappiness in marriage, I can relate to Louise Mallard’s reactions and behavior following the news of her husband’s death.

In today’s society, couples either rush into marriage, get married for the wrong reasons, or don’t marry the right person. Marriage has become a blank canvas that people create themselves and ignore what God intentionally created marriage for. When I look at my life and what I believe, marrying the love of life will be what I think about until the actual day I get married. Who I end up marrying, I want them to be compatible with what I believe and want in life and I also want to feel the feeling that, “my heart just knows” I am supposed to be with this person. I believe that marriage is about being with the one you have fallen in love with and can love the rest of your life with; through the good and the bad times. Marriage is the covenant between two people to be together forever. Whether they are the right or the wrong person, we are the ones who decide who we fall in love with in the end.

Marriage is not just a term to describe relationship that are precious to us, it’s more than just a union of heart and mind; it’s an institution between a man and a woman.

I’m glad life did not continue like nothing happened because my mom deserved better, My parents were on different pages where it seems better to just have them be apart. I have always felt horrible for thinking that a broken family would be the best option for us. But I would rather have a family that can be honest to themselves.