Personal Narrative: My Angel Sagrario Ponce

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

I don’t really know the reason why they got a divorce, but when they did, I was devastated, because my mom has a lot of children to hang out with her and my dad only has three children, my two younger siblings and I, and I’m pretty sure none of us know how to drive. I always fear to this day since their divorce that when I’m at the other parent's house for the week that the parent that whose house I’m not at will pass away and I won’t know because they won’t be able to tell anyone. My older siblings don’t really visit my dad and he has no family in Idaho, they are living in Florida, and some of my older siblings live somewhere else. I only have three older siblings, they are all in different places, they live in Utah, Detroit, and Ucon.

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My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

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On the day of April 21,1999 I was born at the women’s hospital , in Colorado Springs CO. It was around 9:00 a.m. when my mother went into labor and I was then delivered at 2:42 p.m. . I weighed six pounds eight ounces. A healthy baby welcomed into my parents lives.

I am Carlos Peru. I was born and raised in Anthony, New Mexico. Everything I’ve ever gotten was due to my hard work. My whole life I was never given anything and this lifestyle grew me to be the person I am today and also the things I like today. I wouldn’t take any of it back. Given I didn’t like every day I still wouldn’t trade it for anything. These things made my major life choices such as my major, my favorite books, and movies and such things like that. My major is neuroscience and I found this love through a friend of my fathers. He is an accomplished anesthesiologist and one day I got to see a surgery love and I loved what the surgeons and doctor got to do and I loved it. From that point on and even to this day I continue to pursue

When I was 8, my dad had a got a new girlfriend, who helped him finalize the divorce and the custody battle. I went from being, for the most part, center of attention and not the “black sheep” of the family, which could have happened easily with 3 other siblings. As the months and years passed, my stepmom started treating me differently. My dad had enough of it, and he and I moved out. My dad invested all his money in the that family and didn’t have the money to buy a house so for a while we stayed with my grandparents. I moved around a little more, for at least 2 months I stayed at my best friends house, then moved in with my brother for a few months. Once summer

The next few months passed by and life seemed rather normal. My parents were not talking about the divorce, nor were they fighting. We we even all went on our annual trip to Walt Disney World in May! I was starting to think maybe they would change their minds and not go through with the divorce. But, my mom sat down with my sisters and I and started to discuss us moving. I knew then the divorce was still happening. She let me make the decision where we moved, as my sisters were both in college and I would be the one most affected. She asked if I wanted to stay in my old school, move to a new school district in our area, or move south and near the beach. My mom said if we moved out of state, she wanted it to be South Carolina, as she always wanted to live in Charleston. I had only been there on vacation, or if we were just driving through. My mom told us we had time to think about it and decide, as we would not be moving until the end of 2014. The thought of living somewhere new was scary, but it was also a little exciting! I chose to move to South Carolina!

It all started out on July-23-2014, when my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce, and that we were moving from Owatonna, Minnesota to San Diego. I remember that day like it was yesterday, how I felt, how I felt like I would never stop crying, and confused about what was going to happen. I remember hearing what my mother 's voice sounded like I knew something bad happened, that my father got in an accident or died, or that my dog had gotten hit by a car, or someone died. But all my assumptions were incorrect no one died no one got hurt besides me , my mother , and father. I remember as soon as my mother said the word Divorce, I instantly started bursting into tears.

After I heard the news, I was left open in a dark black endless room, confused, cold and angry. All of my 14 years I never saw anything but parents who loved each other. My preconceived mind could not wrap itself around why this divorce was happening. I felt as if my parents made this large decision out of nowhere, no thought behind it. This decision would affect me for the rest of my life. Before, I couldn 't imagine living in two houses lugging everything back and forth, but now I realize that this is not even a small portion of the effects. It’s one thing to live in two houses, but to come to school everyday and have to mask all of the pain that you have inside is another. Learning how to deal with this was going to be a struggle

My world was torn apart when was only 10 when my parents got a divorce it was hard on my brothers and I especially my mom who was married to my father for 10 years she didn't know what it was like to be single but through the years our family went with many difficult trials. One of the recent ones was when my mom left 2 years ago for 4 months for boot camp and my brothers and I lived with our father which was difficult , living in a two bedroom apartment with to hyper boys and having to be the step in mom while your mom is at boot camp it affect me alot so it wasn't a surprise that I had after effects from it but I kept it hidden from my mother to not make her worry. But when I had to move in late October early November it was horrible I just started my Freshman year at South and I finally was getting used to all of it when suddenly I had to move with my two brothers, my mother, and my dog into a 3 bedroom apartment from our mobile house. When I started here at Central it was so different when I went South I had to figure out the layout of the school and the only people I knew were kids from my old church and not all of them like me so it was very difficult. Especially at home both my brothers had ADHD and later diagnosed with autism the youngest one at the time if he didn’t have his meds that if he didn’t get what he wants that he would go into a fit of rage it made it difficult on my mother and I . I have a history of having depression but it didn’t get to serious in the

Months passed by of not seeing my father and my mom introduced me to her new boyfriend, Brian. As a child of two divorced parents, I instantly acted out because he wasn’t my dad. When I turned seven I was finally able to visit my father, and he brought the one thing I had always begged for growing up, a brother. I was thrilled, but had a hard time accepting that my dad was with someone other than my mom. Once another year passed by I was allowed to see more of my dad and stepmom; they would take me to six flags, St. Louis Zoo, movies, all of the things an eight year old loves to do. Quickly all of the fun came to an end when my dad stopped coming around again.

When my parents broke the news to me regarding their divorce, I was crushed. I saw this divorce coming for months on end, but I was still sorrowful about my parents’ split. Their divorce changed my childhood entirely. I no longer saw my father much, and my mother had developed issues with alcohol. At this time of my life, I felt like I was truly alone. I rarely saw my parents, and I felt a sense of abandonment from them. Due to this, I grew resentful and jealous of other children who had loving parents and one household. I could not understand why this happened to my family and how it happened so fast. I was deeply distressed and I had no idea how to fix myself or my family.