Personal Narrative: Dealing With Divorced Parents

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

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

Growing up, we lived (and currently live) in Oak Cliff. At around age 3, I went to pre-school, at a chain school named Mi Escuelita. My first friends were my teachers; they always provided understanding and sparked my love and ambition for learning. My most memorable moment there was when I learned to spell my name. It gave me a sense of self and identity, which is important.

My 7th grade year I moved to Conway, AR with my mama Monique, her husband Shane, and my three brothers Lil Shane, Manny, Eli. My dad Demontrel also lived in Conway but he stayed across town. Everything about Conway was bigger from the schools, stores, and

When I was four years old we moved to Oskaloosa, Iowa. It was a small town of 15,000 people and became my home for the next 5 years. My favorite memories from Iowa are fishing with my father and competing in local fishing tournaments. It was a hobby we both loved. We would wake up bright and early nearly every weekend and spend all day on the lake. Growing up in Oskaloosa also had its disadvantages. My father was the chief psychiatrist at the local hospital and was well known for his work in the area. Unfortunately, his patient population grew

When I was in the second grade my family moved from Plano, Texas to Jonesboro. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I hated Jonesboro, and I missed my home and my friends and my grandparents.

I was born in Harlingen, Texas and I lived there for most of my childhood. We usually lived with my moms parents or in a small two story house but my mom got a job promotion working in T-Mobil at the time so we had to move to a place somewhere in Kansas. My mom had told my little brothers and me that she was going into Kansas first then she would come back and get us. We said ok and went on doing whatever things we were doing. Finally a few weeks later. My mom finally come and told us we would have one more day at school then we would start driving to Kansas. Finally after saying our goodbyes to family we set off to Kansas and it took forever but we finally made it. We had to live with our cousins at first since we had no home

I can't really relate to these post-divorced children, but I know how it feels to live in an unhealthy environment family (parents who fight a lot) It was really frustrating growing up in this environment and the sad thing was that my parents didn't have an idea how bad their fights were affecting me until I was going to my freshmen year of high school. Being home wasn't my favorite thing to do because there was no peace. My mother noticed that older I got the more apart I was from both of them. I remember like it was yesterday, I couldn't handle the fights no more and spoke out how I really felt. My parents were so surprised and worried and I told them about it. They decided to work it out and things changed for the better. They would still

In my point of view, a child needs both parents in their life whether or not they’re married or divorce. A child would need a mother for certain life’s lessons just like the child would need the father for others, but in the end, we grow up to be what we want to be despite the attempt of our parents to be a certain way. My youth was spent mostly with my mother who thankfully raised me to understand right and wrong, which made me an independent teenager with the help of my grandmother. Regardless of the years of absence from my father, he was able to teach me still life lessons when I moved with him to the U.S. He was able to give me advice and guide me to the right path, even if I was no

Having divorced parents is nor good or bad it’s just different. Every child with divorced parents has a different kaleidoscope to look through. Different colors are shown through to reveal the child's new responsibilities and what is to come in order for them to overcome and achieve in their future. I have learned that weather your parents are divorced or not we all grow differently. For me having divorced parents has formed me and created a new self-awareness. Also it taught me how to be organized and to overcome and prevail at all the responsibilities that I have had and also those that are to

I don’t remember exactly moving, but I had lived in Belleville for the first couple of years of my life. My parents bought a house in the middle of nowhere, about 1 mile from Fayetteville, and we had exactly two neighboring houses. Across the street we had the Claytons and right beside our house and up the hill we had the Nordhaus’s. The Claytons had 4 children: Tim, Lisa, Daniel, and Catherine. Catherine was 2 years older than me, so naturally I was closer to her. The Nordhaus’s had two children: Cory and Jessie. Jessie was two years younger than me, so we were close also. Between us three girls, Jessie,

divorced I was four. For most kids this is tragic, but i got see my dad and my mom just not at the same time. One day my mom got a call they told her that my dad was in jail. My mom drove us there we went to talk to my dad. He was in orange when we saw him I wondered why he was there. Then I started crying there was glass between us. I put my hand on the glass and so did he then he started crying then a guard said visiting time was over. So we left we went home.

I not going to sit here and write a sob story about how I have divorced parents who argue constantly and have no idea how I am going to pay for college. I've been applying for scholarships weekly and I never won anything academic related. I have a 3.63 cumulative gpa and received Principal’s Honor Roll at my high school. I need $500 because I want to attend a four year university, knowing that out of state tuition fees are through the roof, I do not want to take out any student loans because I do not want to put myself in financial debt. My top two choices are University of Nevada Las Vegas and Texas Tech University. I want to major in biological sciences and receive a pre-professional degree. I volunteered at Martin Luther King Community

Although I was not born in Athens, it has been home since I can remember. Full of celebrations, special events, football and even more football. I grew up on the West side of town in a big pink house. The house was surrounded by oak trees and the windows had painted snow on them all year round. Christmas lights surrounded every plant in the yard. Our house was at the end of a long brick road accompanied by a old, beat up, wooden fence. This was home to me. This was Athens, Georgia.

Have your parents gotten a divorce? Most couples in today’s society do end up getting a divorce. Which might better the feelings, and the stress of the parents although it also takes a toll on the children whether they know it or not. Kids can feel alone, heartbroken, even like they aren’t good enough, or it might make them feel like it is their fault for the divorce. This paper is from the perspective of a boy with multiple broken families.