Personal Narrative: My Emotional 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

During Middle school I experienced a situation that no family wants to have to encounter. Unfortunately I witnessed a divorce take place with my aunt and uncle. You might wonder why this divorce had such a huge impact on me? My aunt and uncle were hands down two of my favorite people. They always were there for any of my

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Alone, it's word that I loathe.It’s how everyone describes me, every time I hear this word, it makes me realize who I am in society, an unwanted piece of trash, alone.By the way, my name’s Zac, I’m a 15-year-old male attending Dimlight High School.I live with my mom Kat, she’s 5’6, has long blonde hair and a very strict personality.We recently had a divorce with my dad, and that’s a reason why I get teased at school.I have the genes of my father, so I look different from my mother.I am approximately 5’7, have short black hair, and blue eyes like the ocean.No matter how hard I try to fit in, everybody looks past me and see me as somebody who is adopted.I’m used to the teasing now, but I’m not ok with having a “B” in reading, (Partly because

Back in 2005, when I was in kindergarten and my sister was only two, my mom filed for a divorce. Now me being only a child had no idea what divorce even was or meant, so my mom simply told me that her and dad were fighting and they needed a break. I remember it was in the middle of the school year and I had to transfer from New Market to Granville Wells, which was not too hard for a outgoing kindergartener. My mom, sister,

In 2008 my world came crashing down in an instant. My parents finally gained the courage to inform my sister and I that they were planning to get a divorce and sell our childhood home. I was heartbroken, I was afraid of leaving my comfortable life with my family, but I later learned that it was the best thing for our family. This narrative is not about the troubles of dealing with my parents’ divorce, but about what happened a few years after their divorce, when I traded my life in San Jose for new family members.

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!

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.

At the time of my parents’ divorce, I was 9 years old. My family and I lived in Martin, Tennessee, but my mother was a nurse at the hospital in Union City, Tennessee. I had been born and raised to that point in Martin and was in the 3rd grade when I found out my mom, my sister, and I would be moving to Union City without my dad. I can not recall every emotion I had at the time, but

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.

I was six years old my when parents divorced and although I was young, I am still able to remember the day my dad officially moved out in vivid detail. He was sitting on our old, musty smelling, green couch that squeaked if pressure was applied to the back rest. I was sitting on his lap with my arms around his neck and my head on his chest. Tears dripped down our faces and in that moment I knew that things involving my family were changing in ways other families were not. Even though I did not fully understand what a divorce was or why they were divorcing, I did know that I would not wake up to him say “blank” every morning before school or was able to rub his face a day after he shaved.