Personal Narrative: My Experience With Divorced Parents

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

My parents divorced when I was about seven years old, and my mom became the custodial parent. As my younger sister and brother, and I could adapt to always going back and forth between our parent’s. The challenging thing about having divorced parents is meeting their new significant other, which I have met multiple of them. Another thing is meeting my parent’s significant other’s children. Each person I met was nice, and if I was meeting a toddler, they were energetic. Although, each time I did meet these people, I was usually very distant and dramatic.

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

Amidst the boredom of summer and a lasting drought, my parents came into our family room where my sister and I were trying to drown out the monotony. They sat us down with such a somber tone that it was palpable in the room. My mom cut straight to the chase and announced something that would change my life indefinitely. “Your dad and I are getting a divorce.”

I can't really relate to these post-divorced children, but I know how it feels to live in an unhealthy environment family (parents who fight a lot) It was really frustrating growing up in this environment and the sad thing was that my parents didn't have an idea how bad their fights were affecting me until I was going to my freshmen year of high school. Being home wasn't my favorite thing to do because there was no peace. My mother noticed that older I got the more apart I was from both of them. I remember like it was yesterday, I couldn't handle the fights no more and spoke out how I really felt. My parents were so surprised and worried and I told them about it. They decided to work it out and things changed for the better. They would still

My parents divorced when I was 10. This isn’t abnormal; I know that many applicants have divorced parents, but my story is slightly different. I came to the US last year with my dad from Nepal. I came here because he wanted me to live with him and complete my education. This is important because my background is different from many people in this country, and I believe I have a story that needs to be told.

My mom and dad got a divorce when I was only 5 years old. They told me it was because of domestic violence. For most of my life I wished I had a father. If I had a father, I thought, it would make things okay. My mom wouldn't have to work all the time and maybe she would spend time with me and my sister. Maybe my father would teach me to ride my bike or play soccer with me and my sister in the park. I knew these were all just puerile thoughts, but if he had been different maybe I wouldn't be on my own all the time looking out for my family and doing everything on my own.

I was born in South Africa, my parents made the decision when I was very young to leave everything behind and move our family to America. My mother did this for one reason, to make sure my brothers and I would have unlimited opportunities to succeed and get an education. Early on in my childhood my parents decided to get a divorce, this was very hard on me as a child because it left me without a father figure. My mom tried the best she could to be a role model for me but it just wasn’t the same. From a young age I had to learn to be independent to stand on my own two feet and work hard at everything I did so I could accomplish my goals. One of those goals that my brothers and I shared was to be the first generation in my family to attend college,

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.

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”.

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

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.

It was 2006, I was six years old living in Djursholm, Stockholm,Sweden. It seemed that left and right parents of my classmates were getting divorced. I remember thinking that that would never happen to me, how ironic. I remember how great it was, we were at our summer house on ljusterö, i learned how to water ski there. I knew my mother didn't like my aunt, but I thought that it was normal for a person not to like her in laws. my mother is American, raised on long island. She moved to Sweden after we were born because my father wanted to be with his family. I have few memories of our lives here. I knew something was wrong when they stopped fighting.