Reflection About Love

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

As I jotted down the answer to my geometry homework, I felt the vibrations of the floor trembling beneath my feet from the deafening screams of my parents. I continued my work, as I go uninterrupted by the daily routine argument. One day, I didn’t hear the screaming anymore, which was one of the biggest abnormalities in this household. I slunk halfway down the stairs and stretched my neck over the banister to catch a glimpse of what had happened without getting caught. The next thing I knew my older brother was standing by my side, his curiosity piqued. My mom broke the silence by peering her head around the corner of the living room, her eyes locked onto mine. As my brother and my cover were blown, we walked gingerly to the couch and sat down. I watched my mom’s stone cold face quiver out the words, “We...are....divorcing”. My face froze as if I was in a cartoon show. I tried to

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

In a moment of insanity, in a single second, in a single mistake, a decision that you make in a moment could all change the course of the next few months of your life. I was in my car, my tears fogging up the window of my mom’s blue Honda Pilot, the tension clogging up the air. I can feel my sweat and tears dripping down my face, more tears than I have had in awhile. It feels different. I began to wonder why the tears came down this much. The only thing I could hear was the faint radio, which my mom had turned down, my face is pressed against that window looking into the distance, hoping for a miracle. I could see the sadness of my mom’s eyes looking back at me every few seconds. Those seconds ticking into minutes, all of them in which

Then, my mom had just arrived from work, at Banner Gateway as a microbiologist, and a future Physician Assistant. Since she had just come home, she was extremely exhausted after working from 7:00 p.m to 6:00 a.m, so she went straight to sleep. After the most amazing breakfast ever, my dad, little sister and I left the house at 7:53 a.m, as I remember exactly. Everything was perfectly normal, until my dad got a call. We still hadn’t left our neighborhood when my aunt had ever so mysteriously called my dad screaming over the cell phone. After hearing this, I knew something really terrible happened and would effect my family forever. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I was willing to figure it all out. My aunt lived in the same neighborhood as my family, so we turned the car around and zoomed towards her house as fast as we could. As my father opened his door and hustled out of the car, I had

Slivers of sunlight shine through the blinds and into my eyes as I wake up. After I fully wake up, I observe my pink and purple bedroom walls, unaware that I will never again view them with such carelessness. Sluggishly, I saunter through the hallway, towards the bathroom, but I pause as I hear my mom sobbing in a tone I have never heard before. Although I have never heard this tone before, I detect the sorrow in her cry. Deep down, I know exactly why she cries: my dad has left. I slowly step into her bedroom and the words, “It’s true”, are written plainly on her tear drenched face.

I couldn’t bare the idea of losing her. I tiptoed downstairs as silently as possible while frantically scanning the house. I spotted light coming from under the kitchen door which had been left ajar. Hearing hushed screams, I made my way towards it. It sounded like my mother so I peaked inside only to see my father menacingly towering over the kitchen counter and my mother on the other side. I was frozen and just kept looking at them. I shouldn’t have because when I looked closer I saw the hatred in each other’s eyes and something I thought I would never see in my mother’s reddened eyes … tears. My dad’s fists were tightened to the point where his knuckles where white and his face was hard while he spat every single word with venom. I don’t know how my mother managed, but she met his glare and kept her stance while looking equally mad. I couldn’t hear what they where saying at that time because I was so surprised. This scene, I can never unsee. I can’t tell how much time I stayed there watching them, but I deduced that what seemed to be like forever was maybe a few minutes. Thankfully they were so engrossed in their conversation, that they didn’t notice

As I turned for the stairs, I saw nothing but darkness. I heard my dad's breath of relief and my sisters whispering moms asleep! I quietly went up the stairs and cracked the door open just to make sure she was all right, my eyes widened with disbelief as I saw her perfectly motionless body.  I picked up her arm and it dropped with no reaction. I stood there, staring at her, trying to shake her helpless body.  I noticed foam coming from her mouth. I ran for my dad, as he went up, I listened to him saying “Gina… Can you hear me?” The sound of panic in my dad’s voice threw me into a state of uneasiness. As I watch him carry her to the bathroom to clean her off and  wake her up, I tell myself I knew it. It wasn’t stress, It wasn’t casual drinking, it was her abusing the substance. I was able to confront the truth about my mom, and now it was her

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.

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

As I rolled over in bed to look at my clock through blurry eyes, I immediately became wide-awake, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Who would call my house at one o’clock in the morning? The feeling of fear filled my whole body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as I stumbled my way through the dark, and out of my room. As I entered the hallway, I noticed the light was on in my parents’ room and I heard a sobbing voice that belonged to my mom. I could barely hear the words that were coming out of my mom's mouth. It was as if I was getting farther and farther away, her voice becoming more distant; my legs felt weak and my vision became blurry. There I stood, in my parents room shaking uncontrollably, my whole world coming to an end as I was told that one of the most important people in my life had passed

Sitting on my mother’s bed with my two younger sisters, our eyes are overflowing with tears and I step out of the room.Their yelling is all I focus on instead of taking action. My parents are arguing over nothing, as usual. My heart begins to beat at the pace of a butterfly’s wing and I freeze. The volume of their argument has increased and I attempt to persuade them that this argument can be solved in a more positive way. I remember the fear I felt when I saw my mother crying immensely, it was gut-wrenching. My father was standing in front of her, I knew he was going to hit her because it was not the first time this had happened.

My parents are like two equally charged magnets pushing each other away. I hear the birds laugh and chatter with each other outside and I am lost in thought. I always space out like this. After we are done with the food we sit down on the couch, all four of us and eat ice cream. Moose tracks. Yes! my favorite, and we watch TV. The 44 minute episode ends. My parents share a small glance, look away and start to talk. With sadness in her eyes my mom says “Kids, you know that we love you very much.”, “yup.” i say, and my stomach is full of rocks. My first thought is that someone died, as I always think when there’s that tone in my mom's voice. “Well, there’s something we need to tell you. This may be difficult.” “ok” i say “Then just tell us.” My brother looks impatiently around the room. “ Um well your dad - uh - tyler is going to be living somewhere else for a while and-” “We’re splitting up.” my dad cuts her off. I feel the earth drop under my feet. My whole entire life i have lived in fear of this moment. This is the worst feeling ever. I am shocked for a small moment and then my feelings come knocking at the front door. I taste a salty waterfall as the news starts sinking in. Then, I see my mom and dad are crying too. This was the first time i had seen my dad cry. All of the sudden, Zak stands up and storms out of the room. I hear a door slam, BANG and i

I was in there for hours before my mom knocked on the door, “Josh? Is everything alright?” She asked as she unlocked the door. I didn’t reply, I just turned my face to the wall and ignored her. “Dear, I’m coming in ok?” She turned the knob and waited a second before letting herself in. I didn’t want to talk to her so I didn’t say a word. She walked over to my bedside and sat down on the edge. “Josh baby, what’s wrong? I have never seen you so upset before.” I just laid there and let tears drip down my