Persuasive Essay About Divorce

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.

I was starting 6th grade, my mom and my dad, who had divorced when I was almost three, started a custody battle over me. I loved both my mom and my dad, and had been living both with my mom and with my dad, each parent getting me every other weekend and after school half of each week. At the time, both my mom and my dad lived in Virginia, but when my mom moved to South Carolina, my dad moved to Wisconsin. From that point, my dad said he wanted custody of me. Mom thought I would be happier living mainly with her. What followed was an intense custody battle, which the judge who decided said was the worst he had ever seen. Whenever I was with my dad, he talked bad about my mom, and, while my mom refrained from talking bad about my dad, I could tell she was very stressed. Both of my parents were too busy with the custody battle to really spend a lot of time with

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.

I was only two years old when my parents got a divorce. I didn't really think much of it, being how young I was, I thought it was normal. Everything was fine between my mother and father, in fact they were great friends. I would visit my dad every other weekend but often he was sick so I couldn't make it. My father and I went camping and fishing very frequently, along with video games it was one of my favorite things to do with him. My mother was a single mom of two (my younger sister and I) until I was around 5 or 6 when she met my step father, for privacy I will call him Rob.

When I was 15 years old my parents told me they had decided to get a divorce. Both of my sisters were very upset at the news. I, on the other

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

Family Law constitutes management of domestic relationships in contemporary society were changing social values evoke issues that legislative reform must try to rectify. These reforms enable recognition of rights of family members in dealing with contemporary issues, such as changing nature of parental responsibility, care and protection of children and same-sex marriage. In the past, a traditional family was the nuclear family unit, but in contemporary society it has become increasingly accepting of alternate family relationships. This changing social perception has incited law reform to effectively highlight contemporary issues in the media and lobby groups. Family law reform has been effective in protecting the disadvantaged, or those who cannot act to preserve their own rights - particularly children. However, a major criticism of legislative reform is the recurring problem of time delays, and ineffective adjustment to contemporary issues quickly. But, also if the law changes too quickly, it may become poor law - too broad or too narrow, contradictory and hard to enforce, thus non-effective.

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

Things between my parents are still rocky and they still fight but it is nothing compared to what we were living like. My relationship with my dad has been like a rollercoaster. I want him in my life one month and the next thing I know he screws up and I do not want anything to do with him the next. He still does not know how to be a dad and out his kids first.

Since my parents got divorced when I was in the third grade, some people like to view us as a broken and dysfunctional family, but unlike the typical divorced parents mine are able to set their differences aside for the good of our family. It is an incredibly inconvenient situation, but one I have to live with. Constantly going back and forth between two homes, I am forced to adjust and to adhere to different, specific

It seemed as though we were just a big, happy, and growing family, my sister had just gotten married and had two beautiful daughters. The girls were the most precious things I 've ever seen in my life, one was four years old and the other had just turned two. My sister and brother-in-law seemed to have a pretty decent and happy marriage, when before we all knew it their marriage was on the rocks and divorce was being talked about. Before too long my brother-in-law had moved out of the house and left my sister to take care of the two kids, work, and try to finish college. It all became too much for her and she lost control, she started to not take care of the kids properly, lost her job, and was abusing her prescription medicines.

When a married couple decides to call it quits, the next thing they are most likely to do is to file for a divorce (or an annulment, in case divorce is not permitted in the country where they exchanged I do’s).

The first year that the girls lived with Amy Beth and her husband they froze every time either one of them mentioned Halloween. That isn’t a typical child’s response and so she sat the girls down and asked them if they had ever taken part in Halloween before arriving at the Gardner’s house. The two little girls told her that they had, but Amy Beth quickly realized this was going to be a horrible story.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.