Personal Narrative: Divorce

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

My dad is a farmer who works his hardest to support his family. He does everything just to make the people he loves happy. My mom is a factory worker producing airplane parts. She is a good mother who tries to give my sister and I the best life possible. Conflicts arose between the two and an unexpected turn of events occurred.

What exclusive memories of affliction are innate in that mixture of a young boy dealing with his parent's divorce is burdensome to imagine. I live with my single mother who struggles to take care of her three kids including me. Although, besides the fact that she was divorced, we are the reason she has to work arduously. Still, she loves all of us and cares about the prosperity of our future.

Divorce isn't something I ever wanted to go through. We were married at a young age, shortly after I graduated LPN school. I worked full time at a local nursing home and he worked as a lineman for the power company in VA so he was only home three days a week. We bought a house in the newest housing subdivision in Summersville. My life felt complete or so I thought.

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

My sister screams at men on buses. She hasn’t always been like this; it started around the time of her divorce. She was married at the end of her nineteenth year; so, married prematurely, she ended up divorced prematurely also. This is the part of the story that people get sad-eyed at, they frown, and they ask if she had any kids. No, she didn’t. Children were spared.

I primarily attended North View Junior High in Booklyn Park, MN. I would describe my pre-teen and teen years as fun, exciting and painful. My parents divorced during my time in middle school. As a result of the divorce, my dad was distant and emotionally unavailable. Throughout my years as an adolescent, I felt I needed my dad in my life. I remember seeing mothers and fathers together at baseball games but not my dad. Although the divorce had a negative impact in my personal life, I enjoyed my school work and classmates. Around the age of 14, my mother accepted a job in Iowa. My mother, sister and I moved to Iowa and lived there for one year. We moved back to Brooklyn Park before I started eighth grade. On weekends, I spent time with my friends.

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.

I found myself single again after 2 decades and realized I had a long list of things that needed to get accomplished. So I decided to prioritize the list because it can be overwhelming. The first thing on my agenda was taking care of myself as well as my 2 small children and considering I haven't had to do this alone before it took some soul searching.

Back in 2008 my life changed drastically. My parents decided to get a divorce because it apparently wasn't working out. On september 16th after dinner my parents called me and my sister into the living room to talk to us. Me being only eight years old didn't really know what was going on and neither did my sister. We sat down and my dad began to tell us about them splitting up. I remember when my dad said that they were splitting up my sister began to cry. My dad continued to tell us that they would try to make this as easy as they could and try to put the least amount of stress on me and my sister as possible.

Especially as an only child, my parent’s divorce was rough on me. Not having my father at my home was odd at the age of 13, but, the truly tiresome part was the weird dynamic that formed between my parents. The only thing they would ever agree to do was argue and they did so constantly. My parents despised each other and, to this day, still will not talk to one another. So, when my parent-teacher conferences arose, my parents were nearly forced to see each other in a setting that wasn’t a court room. They, however, quickly organized separate dates to speak to my teachers and my father came up with a startling announcement, he wanted to bring Peggy. My father’s girlfriend, she was like a parasite to my childhood. Upon her debut, she seemingly

When I was 5 years old my Dad and my Mom got a divorce. It was at my house in Chattanooga, Georgia it was on september 9, 2009 was when they got divorced. Me, my brother and my sister where sad and then a couple months later my mom met a guy at walmart shopping for groceries. Next after my mom got back to our house she got out of her red mustang with a guy and which was my step dad. Later on that day my mom walked to my room and got me and my brother to go into the living room and sit on the couch and she explained what was going on and she told us that she was having a kid and that she was getting married.

Before telling me, he exhaled. I knew what my father had to say wasn’t going to be good, and before telling me he made me promise that I wouldn’t leave boot camp. After making the promise to him, he then told me that he and mom were getting a divorce and she was planning on moving back to Brazil with Tia. My heart dropped in disbelief. Tears ran down my face and I just wanted him to tell me why they decided to divorce? He reassured me how proud he was of me and told me that mom was so disappointed in me for joining the Army and that she didn’t want anything to do with it. My dad always took my side even in the worst of situations, and my mother blamed him too for my decision. Jessi walked by the door and saw me on the floor with tears running down my face, and knew that I didn’t want to be bothered. He came by the doorway, looked at me and continued walking. That’s when I found out that my mom already moved out of the house and into an apartment. Papa actually came to help my father get through the divorce.

I was always confused on why my dad listened to me when I said to get out of my life. I never thought he would just act like nothing ever happened between our family. He was always a loving man, but after this whole divorce, he had a totally different personality. I know this was hard on our whole family, but some people like me try to see the good in bad situations. Yes, I know divorces aren't the best, but not all of it is bad. You can see the lesson that this will teach you in the long run. You have to take it all in don't hold back on anything. Make sure you don't hold back from this learning opportunity. It may seem like it is all down hill from there, but at some point you get back up and try again. You can take these types of problems

OYou never truly realize how lucky you can be, or how thankful you should be until you go through such a rigorous situation, this is divorce. “Divorce is a time of change. It really rocks a foundation of most people’s lives. When we have our heartbroken or our dreams taken away from us, it is a time of growth and change” (Debbie Ford). Most people believe that they can not conquer change, I was once the girl in these shoes, before I realized not to be selfish and or take everything that is given to me for granted.