Personal Narrative: Divorce

"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

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

About fifty percent of couples married in the 1970’s divorced, that raised from twenty percent just from the 1950’s, ruining the families and leaving the children in those families with two different homes causing a sense of two different lives. Divorce to some has become a sense of happiness, to make life easier. It is not. You lose close to everything: money, house, car, that love you once had, and if you had children, you can lose them too.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

It was a warm December day when I found the footprints in the snow by my front door. Even though it was thirty degrees outside, the snow was still a few feet deep from the snowfall last Thursday, when I had looked outside my door, making sure my car was there and not vandalized and instead saw the footprints strewn across my front yard. My home, a meager yard with the majority of it comprised of a concrete driveway; but the prints were visible, about the size of large dogs, but the details about the tracks caught my eyes as I bent over and to obtain a closer view of their bizarre shape.

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.

Not much to say about my childhood. I was always sick so i could never leave the house. Didn’t have many friends to hang out with. I just read books or played board games by myself. I guess I might have felt as if I might disappear. I mean the attention in my family is all directed towards my sister for the most part. And the divorce keeps my parents busy bickering. With friends I kind of just hang in the background as everyone else talks. At social gatherings i tend to get left out so i just sit by myself. I don’t tend to get noticed much. A phony thing people do that annoys me is pretending to be nice or caring when they could care less about you. Life is completely a game and if you don’t play by the rules then you’ll lose at life. 90 percent

When I made the decision to divorce my husband 10 years ago, I thought I had pretty much figured out what my life would be like. Single parent with a great support system. Working full-time as a software sales professional, and faith that moved mountains. I GOT THIS!

It had been two month since I decided to live with my dad after his divorce. Actually, I’d never want them to break apart. I loved both much. But, I didn’t know what on their mind. Parents sometimes were complicated just like childish. I inhaled deep breathe for many times and I really didn’t know for how many, and once again I saw my dad kept an eye one me. But I didn’t care, not really care. I hated this situation so much. I missed my mom.

The most significant challenge I have faced was when my parents got a divorce. It was a devastating moment for me because I was very close to both of my parents and I knew that I would have to choose to live with only one. I chose my mother because she there the most for me in my life. When my father left I was devastated, but not so much because he insured me that I would still see him. For the first month he would see me everyday, but after a while, those everyday visits became into every week visits and I was okay with that. After three months I only saw him once a month for a year ,but I was thrilled to be seeing him at all. After the year my father remarried and gave me the news that he was moving to Arizona to live with his new wife and stepchildren and that he wasn’t going to see me anymore. That’s when my depression started and kept escalating from that point

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”.

We ended up all moving to different locations. During their divorce me and my mom moved in with my aunt to help take care of my nanny. My dad moved in with his parents along with the girl he cheated on my mom with. I had to transfer schools, and my fifth grade year was the hardest on me because I got taken out of a really good school. The school I got moved to was the worst.

I’m Aiden, Aiden Smith, and there isn’t really much to me but a regular 16 year old going through a lot. This is my ‘journal -kinda-book-ish-thing’, I don't really know what to call it yet. My parents just got divorced about a month ago and I’ll be moving with my dad to Dubai. My 18 year old sister, Katherine will be staying with my mom in Canada. I still don’t really understand why exactly my parents got divorced but I’ve always known their marriage wasn’t as perfect as it obvious when we were at dinner parties or at family reunions. They faught a lot, usually when they thought I was asleep. I would sometimes hear Katherine shouting over them “If you guys haven’t realized already, we aren’t sleeping.

My parents finalized their divorce the day before my eighth birthday. We found out and just moved out with my Mom. My parent 's relationship was pretty ugly. It was on Friday night and I had a test