Personal Narrative: My Experience With 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

I was on my way to tutoring about to get into the car. When my parents get into an argument. It was a normal occurrence that happened every time. I already knew that my parents were getting a divorce. But I didn’t expect anything bad from the argument but it began to get physical.

When my mom and dad separated in early March of 2008 I was heartbroken. My dad had been staying with my uncle up until their divorce and my mom had looked so put together that nothing seemed wrong. One day, I came home to two packs of Oreo’s on the table and a note that said “know that i will always love you-daddy” and that was that. Not too long after my parents had separated, my mom noticed that my hair was beginning to fall out in certain places due to stress. By the end of my 5th grade year my hair was reduced to an Afro and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. My mom and my teachers were concerned about my well being because of my hair falling out and the amount of a stress I was going through. I was only eight years old and naively thought my parents would stay together.

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.

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”.

Divorce. I had heard the word before, but never really put a meaning to it till it became a reality in my life.

When I hear the word ‘divorce’ the first thing that comes to my mind is a broken marriage or how the adults are moving on with their lives to bigger and better things, the same thing other people would think of when hearing this word. For me, there is so much more for divorces in a family than the mother and father. Divorces affect the children in the relationship the same if not more than it affects the adults, most people seem to forget that. I have been through two divorces now and I believe it has changed me for the better, and has made me become the person I am today.

We went all kinds of places and it was the best, and then it happened my mom and dad got

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.

A month after the divorce my grandmother wanted to leave for thrift-store shopping. I replied sure and she just smiled. When I asked her why, she stated she couldn’t help be enjoy watching myself not asking my husband every time I “had to wipe”. That’s when it hit, I never heard Nanny talk poorly about anyone, especially my marriage until that day.

My mom and dad called me down to the table, sat me down, and said the word divorce. Divorce was a new word to me but I would not come to realize what divorce meant till I was older. Soon after our conversation my dad moved out and I decided to stay with my mom until an arrangement was worked out where I could see both parents equally. My parents started to go their separate way . My dad married a fiery Colombian woman named Margarita. She has tested me through time and it taught me many lessons through her anger and her love.

Graduating high school is supposed to be the time in your life when you start to get everything together. I’d like to think that I’ve had enough examples in my life to learn from. But, in my experience, the longer you live, the more troubles you have to face and deal with. One of my very first experiences that has impacted my life and still does was my parents divorce. Now a days getting divorced is quite common and many children experience it, but everyone doesn’t experience it the same way. It was September 1, 2010 when the divorced was finalized. This was a very hard thing I had to cope with as well as my brother. It was quite scary actually. I was so used to my parents together and them being apart was a drastic change to my life. Things started to get rocky in their relationship and I

For years, my sister and I would compete to be the better daughter and vie for the attention of our parents. Her being two years older always gave her an advantage and the ability to experience all of life’s challenges first. This made me mature at a rapid pace and separate from my peers. My first five years of life was a race, but the race was immediately halted after our parents’ divorce. I looked up to my sister greatly before the divorce but, this only intensified greatly after it.