Personal Narrative-Changing Decision To Get A Divorce

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

On a night where I was having severe anxiety and uncontrollable crying spells, God offered me a choice. I heard him say, "Tanya are you going to continue to live in darkness or do you want what I have for you? Because you have no idea what I'm about to do." At that moment I wiped my tears and passed out. I woke up with with a sudden urge to say out loud, "I'm so over this and I'm ready to change." With God, therapy, and my support group, I've been able to walk through this divorce and find hope again. Therapy is an amazing tool to utilize and there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's helped me tremendously with my anxiety and other issues, and I highly recommend it if you have the financial capability or if your insurance covers it. But my relationship

As I think back to the day of the divorce, I realize how many questions ran through my head the very instant I awoke. My decision had been final for months, but my emotions let doubt creep in. After all, I had made a promise in front of God, family, and friends. How would God ever forgive me for breaking my promise? After careful consideration, reality confirmed, finalizing this divorce was the best for my mental health and physical safety. I would have to work through forgiveness later.

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,

In life many things may come at you at many different angles. December of my sophomore year my parents got a divorce which split our family apart. My sister went with my mother and I went with my father. This tore my sister and father apart and now my sister only gets the one side from my mother witch is the wrong side of information. Later that year I was getting recruited form many different colleges and my mail was being sent to my old house which my mother lives at. One day I went to get my mail, at my house. My sister was there and let me in because my mother hid the key from me. When I got inside i realized I was not going to find the letters and left. Later that day I got a call from the park city police department saying that my mother

The feeling of anger was creeping up my throat, threatening the cruel words to come out, but I stopped because my feelings weren't the only feelings that mattered.

As I was sitting down under the shelter that I discovered, I thought of those words again divorce,fight,split and secrets then my eyes started burning and tears started rolling down my face. I got my hatchet out that my mother gave me when we were driving out of the city to the airport,then I remember what mum said to me when she gave it to me,“ the man who sold it to me said you can use it in the woods with your father” then I thought to myself “dad not father”.

Back in 2005, my parents concluded that divorce may be the best choice. I didn’t understand what to comprehend or how to deal with anything. However, when my dad moved out I began to understand the emotional and psychological toll. Every Wednesday and Thursday of the horrid week I would spend time with my dad and the rest of the time spent with my mom. After a while, I spent one long and tiring week with each parent. I eventually evolved and saw my dad often and each parent received an equal amount of time with me. Empty, confused, and baffled as I watched my life fall apart.

My parents were never legally married, but were together for about ten years or maybe more. I never really gave much thought to the idea of them not being married, but once when I was in first grade a

“Divorce”. I had overheard this word in my household growing up but I turned a blind eye, grasping on to any sliver of hope. That hope was shattered one ominous morning before school when the doorbell rang that impacted my life forever. My parents had been fighting more than usual, and action was finally being taken. I wasn’t certain of what was happening, but when I looked out the window and saw two men in police uniforms, I knew this laconically confirmed the word I feared most. Experiencing my parent’s divorce at the young age of thirteen shaped the person I am today, and influenced my perspective on life.

I first hand had the experience of going through a divorce. Although it was not my own, and hopefully I will never have to go through that, but it was my parent’s divorce. As a child, this was not the ideal way to grow up, but it was what had to happen, and I believe everything happens for a reason. Although, this was not a pleasant

Before then, I had never really sat down, and prayed. When everything started happening with my parents I found myself talking to God all the time. At first it was about my mom and dad naturally, but then I started speaking to God like I would to a friend. I became conscious of the fact that God was and is my friend. I could tell him anything, everything, and he wouldn’t judge me. All he did was listen, and love me, and even though I already got those same things from mostly everyone else, I was so much more at peace with the entire idea of the separation after talking to God about

Saturday May 7, 2016 my aunt has recently asked me to take her out to one of my trips. My cousin Devin which is her nephew also tagged along. It has been close to one year ago since she has her divorce. I can remember it, clear as yesterday, the first few months she arrived it was an emotionally phase for her. Her state of mind was one that should be never left alone. Looking at her situation then compare to now you can see she have come a long way. Early in the morning 5 a.m. my aunt called me with excitement to wake me up. “Hurry up” she said, in a tone of voice as if she was impatient. I soon arrived to pick both of them up and started heading east toward the rising sun. The drive in the car was peaceful. The face expression on her face