Personal Narrative: My Parent's Divorce

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

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.

"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.

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

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

I’ve been blindsided twice in my life, literally and figuratively. The first time at age seven. A drunk driver hit me while I walked through a parking lot, and again at sixteen, when my parents divorced. The closeness of my family was the basis of our survival after the accident, and conversely, why surviving the divorce was nearly impossible. Dinners were shared at the kitchen table every night, playing “high-low,” sharing the best and worst parts of our day. Friends always filled our house and would play “high-low” too; they found a stability in our home which they could not find in their own.

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.

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

I filed for divorce with my wife in May of 2014 we just couldn’t get along there was lying, stealing, drugs and she was cheating on me and was always gone. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make by myself but I knew it had to be done I knew at that time there was no saving her nothing I could do. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do I needed the money for an attorney my cousin Betty is a paralegal for Roger’s County courthouse and has made several friends while working there she introduced me to an attorney by the name of Justin Greer. He knew I had no money out of the kindness of his heart he let me only pay him $600 for his retainer fee (which was usually $2,500). I set up a meeting with him and he started the paperwork for

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,

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.

It had been two month since I decided to live with my dad after his divorce. Actually, I’d never want them to break apart. I loved both much. But, I didn’t know what on their mind. Parents sometimes were complicated just like childish. I inhaled deep breathe for many times and I really didn’t know for how many, and once again I saw my dad kept an eye one me. But I didn’t care, not really care. I hated this situation so much. I missed my mom.

My parents have been divorced since I was the age of two. Being a child of divorce is all I’ve ever known and growing up I felt different than many of my friends. I never like having to explain my family situations to my friends because most of them did not understand what it was like to have divorced parents. I began to resent my parents for being divorce and wished it had never happened. However, as I continued to grow and mature my family began to grow; my mom got remarried and so did my dad. I gained a new stepdad, stepmom, two step siblings, and a half-brother. Looking back on it now I do not remember why I was so upset with my parents for their divorce; all I see now is the positive things it has brought into my life. I have gained so