Personal Narrative: The Children Of Divorced Parents

I feel like a personal challenge I’ve faced in my life was my parents getting a divorce. This affecting me by not having one parent but the other is rough throughout my childhood while seeing others growing up with both parents and seeing your lifestyle different from other children. But throughout time I’ve gain to know how even though not growing up with one parent was hard you began to gain more responsibilities and be more helpful with siblings as well with other future endeavors I tend to overcome with my success in the future of my life. Growing up with divorced parents wasn’t as easy as you would think it would be. For example I have faced plenty of obstacles such as seeing other children having spending time with their father and not

Instead of writing my English essay due the next day, I was contemplating where I would spend my weekend; at my mom’s home or at my dad’s. Not many of us enjoying talking of what it is like to grow up with divorced parents, because it is a difficult situation to be a part of. Growing up being shuffled from household to household and trying to spend quality time with both parents is different; my friends did not have to plan their social lives around the days they would be spending with their dad or mom. Most of my friends got the privilege of going home to receive love and support from both of their parents. They got to sit down at the dinner table with both their mother and father to eat supper and share the details of their day whether that

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

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.

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

I sat on the stairs with tears streaming down my face. I look up, sobbing as I wipe the snot from my nose. “This is goodbye for now, but I promise I will see you soon”, my dad had said as he held me. I grabbed onto my dad’s shirt as he tried to put me back down on the stairs and I felt as if my whole world came crashing down. Growing up with divorced parents was a challenge, but it has changed me drastically and for the better. I had to take care of my younger brother during the divorce, which made our relationship stronger and would mature me more than I would ever actually realize.

My parents were never a perfect couple, they always got into big arguments and physical altercations to the point where it affected me in school academically. My mom would end up with 2 black eyes from my father and my father being away from home for a long period of time.

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

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.

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.

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

Two years ago I was the new kid. I didn’t know anyone, and I had been to a public school once, four years ago. So, in this sense, I had no idea of the rules, customs, or who the staff were… Or who anyone was for that matter.

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.

Living the Life of Divorced Parents The thought of having to choose between which parent I want to live with makes me feel like I am being pulled like a tug-of-war rope; one side of the rope pulling me to my mom and one side of the rope pulling me to my dad, and right now the rope is evenly in the middle. If I choose to live with my dad, will my mom still love me? If I choose to live with my mom, will my dad still love me?

My relationship with my mother has always been precarious and at times very difficult. My mother comes from a high context family with a protective conversation/conformity orientation and that is something she continued when raising a family of her own. The relationship I have with my mother is special to me, but at the same time is full of compromise, conflict, and differentiating.