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.

Often enough, divorce usually has a negative effect on people. I am no exception to that. Though I was too young to remember what life was like before my parents separated themselves, having that life for as long as I can think of was not a good experience. It caused me to have a serious case of anxiety before going to my dad’s house for visitation, during, and after. No one likes to feel anxious or stressed, and I felt that everyday, all the time. I was a self-conscious, shy girl who wasn’t ready for complex

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,

My parents' divorce was one of my most significant life events. As a result of my parents' divorce, I lived in a divided home. I spent part of my time with my father (usually weekends and a few holidays) and part of my time with my mother (weekdays and other major holidays). Unlike other children my age, who tended to conceive of their parents as infallible well into adolescence, I understood at a young age that my parents were not perfect. My mother frequently criticized my father and vice versa. At first, I felt resentful towards both of them for shattering my world. It was uncomfortable and awkward having to deal with both of them when the anger of the divorce was still festering.

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.

Sixth grade year is expected to be a wonderful transition from "little kid" to mature-ish adolescent, but for me it wasn't.

When my parents became divorced, I was devastated. I was being moved place to place to both of my parents homes. The first couple of years I lived with my mom until I was about six years old. Then, due to my religion of Islam, my dad took custody of me. When I moved to California with my dad, I had a great time. My dad would take me to the gym with him, and I would play in the designated kids area. There, in that kids area, I met my best friend for life. It was then that I realized the divorce my mom and dad decided to have, was a blessing in disguise. I found out he had some of the same similarities as I did, his parents were divorced as well, and he also shared the same passion for video games as I did. Since then, my friend and I have had

On a night where I was having severe anxiety and uncontrollable crying spells, God offered me a choice. I heard him say, "Tanya are you going to continue to live in darkness or do you want what I have for you? Because you have no idea what I'm about to do." At that moment I wiped my tears and passed out. I woke up with with a sudden urge to say out loud, "I'm so over this and I'm ready to change." With God, therapy, and my support group, I've been able to walk through this divorce and find hope again. Therapy is an amazing tool to utilize and there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's helped me tremendously with my anxiety and other issues, and I highly recommend it if you have the financial capability or if your insurance covers it. But my relationship

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

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