Personal Narrative: My Decision To Divorce

Divorce is a terrifying reality. You have given years into a marriage and for what? For it to end abruptly, to lose the person that was once closest to you? Divorce is a terrifying thing for everyone involved in that family. Last year my parents were struggling in their marriage. My Dad had left and I was with my mom at home suffering with the devastation as much as she was but in a different way. The topic of divorce has always been a sensitive subject because personally divorce seems like the worst betrayal there could ever be. This period of time taught me about life, love, and faith in God. There were many setbacks emotionally, I found myself being disappointed in my people I love the most, and it seemed like the two people I look towards

Many people try to become a statistic, whether it is to place in the top of their class or something equally as great. At the age of 29, I became a statistic. I joined 40 to 50 percent of marriages that end in a divorce (Marriage & Divorce, 2017). Just because I became a statistic, it did not mean the label had to define me as a failure. I refused to let the label define me personally; even though I did feel like a failure in many ways. I was determined to find a way to turn this unfortunate event something positive, and that would mold me into a better person. I did. I transitioned into an outgoing and outspoken mother, with impeccable time management skills, and most importantly, I became independent.

"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.

You may think that my life was going to be like the average guy. The one who gets a job, becomes successful, gets married and has children. Well not this guy. It all started the summer of 2013 when i was in and out of jobs. I was on the verge of getting kicked out of my parents house, mind you I've been living there since birth. I could barely pay my car insurance and my car note in which I had none. That is an insinuation of how broke I was. The traffic tickets where piled up as far as the eye could see. I was in and out of a horrible yet somehow gratifying relationship with a pregnant lady who claimed that even me taking the slightest of breath is and was wrong in her eyes.

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

My life before my divorce was very different then what it is now. I owned a stable and my life revolved around horses. I broke and trained horses and I taught riding lessons mostly in the evenings. I also owned a stallion and bred a few quality horses for the show ring. I was very busy but mostly happy. I truly enjoyed the people who boarded at the stable. My husband was the manager for a real estate school, a good job that required a lot of responsibility. I thought he was a person who was kind hearted, responsible and deserved my trust. Further events were to prove otherwise, but I didn’t know that right away.

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.

My parents’ divorce has made the biggest influence in my life because it helped me determine and strengthen my identity. The experience forced me to grow up because of how close I was to the fire. When the divorce hit at age 17, I was not ready. My parents have always been my world. They always made sure that they upheld a stable environment for me. But my world came crashing down. I quickly began to learn things that I did not want to know and I started to slack off and hide away from social activities. After the first few months of the transitional process, I was being treated like a 35-year-old roommate more than an innocent child. I was given some independence. I was left alone more often while my parents spent time elsewhere. I had to

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.

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

Since my eighth grade year, my mother has been a single parent since the divorce between my stepfather. She bounced between jobs, trying to find one that she enjoyed and most importantly, one that would support us. She worked hard, but money was tight for us at times. We often lived paycheck to paycheck to make ends meet. In early August of 2016, my mom suffered from a severe aneurysm that resulted in her being life flighted to Seattle and spending two weeks in the Intensive Care Unit. With only working part time, and constantly receiving bills in the mail since her incident, debt has consumed our lives. My mom originally had an amount of money saved up for me to attend college, but that has since been used to pay for bills. This has encouraged

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”.

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

No child should ever have to go through certain things in life, whether it’s losing a loved one, or diagnosed with an incurable illness. In my life, one stands out to me the most. Divorce. It was a little after the summer of 2014 and school had just started back up again. The kids knew it was in the air when all you heard was bickering all night, every night. I’ve gone through something like this once already, but I was much too young to remember, it just happened.

The moment the two most important people in my life decide to make the life-altering decision to get a divorce my life trajectory is forever changed. It not only alters their physical living circumstances but even more importantly it leaves an emotional scar that will be with me forever. My childhood consisted of fighting, lawyers, lies, and tears. The first time I was taken in an ambulance was because I didn't want to see the next day. I felt like there was no point