Personal Narrative: The Children Of Divorced Parents

My mom has been through a lot with me she got me healthy even if she was sick during the time I was a baby, She has helped me with my reading and writing disability and has pushed me to do my best. She is a strong confident woman that is loving she loves to attend to people and has a great smile. She has shown me that even if times are hard you have to bring your head up and raise it high. I maybe a mama’s boy but my mom is one of my greatest role models and people I admire.

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

Before we moved out, things between my parents weren’t the best. There were very heated arguments, that no child, nor teenager should have to hear. It hurt me a lot to see my parents at each other’s necks. It began to frustrate me. Hearing them constantly telling each other they hate one another, telling each other this should’ve happened years ago. Seeing my younger brother crying because my dad would yell at him for asking them to stop arguing. I hated it.

My mother is truly such an amazing woman and her guidance has shaped me into the young woman that I am. We have battled through so many hardships together but she has always taught me that I can and will get through everything life throws at me. My mother could have chosen to give up when my biological

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.

My mother has helped me to understand myself, and to develop my characteristics because we have spent the majority of our lives together. One specific example would be in 2015, during an excursion to The Gower Peninsula in Wales, when, over a bonfire, we conversed about my father, and the subject of my conception came up. My mother told me that I was a mistake, because she was worried that she wouldn’t be an adequate mother, and tried abortion. This impacted me considerably, and it has made me live more in the moment because anything can happen, I didn’t feel like I was a mistake, or a failure or any of those labels, but I did realize that my time is limited, and I have to make the most of it. Another example is that during the initial split, my mother lived 5 minutes away from my house, and I would regularly make unscheduled visits to her apartment, and just talk to her. I comforted my mother, and we would talk for many hours. During that time, I hid my feelings behind my humor and

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

Growing up with divorced parents is something I would not wish on anyone. Having to live in fear is not something a child should ever have to do. Worrying if you are going to get berated for everything you do does not make for an easy childhood. Counting down the days you have in hell is not something I will ever have to do again.

Before I was born my parents had broken up and decided things between them would not work. When I was born my mother had custody of me, and my father was unsure that I was his child until they had gotten the results of the paternity test. My father fought for custody of me from the day he found out that I was his child because he knew he could provide a safer and more stable life for me than my mother. While living with my birth mother I was exposed to drugs and I was frequently left at strangers houses because my mother was either working or

My mother has a substantial impact on my life which shaped me into the college-ready young man I am today. When I was just a sophomore in high school she got arrested and removed out of my life in a flash. My two sisters and I did not know what to do. We had no father figure in our life, so, our grandparents came in and took us under their wing. Not knowing what to do, I was panicking asking myself questions like what am I going to do now and where am I going to attend school. These were really tough decisions knowing that I do not have a say in what happens. Having to leave all my close childhood friends, along with all the memories I had made in my hometown, it was a very dramatic sequence of events.

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.

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

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

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 mom is the person I look to in almost every situation. She is the person I aspire to be. When I hear about the things she done and overcome, I can’t help but respect her even more. She’s been with me through everything and I appreciate her for that. There are many things she’s done for me, some I’m sure I know nothing about.