Seven years ago, my world as I knew it began to change; little did I know, my family would be torn apart. Seven years ago, my father would move out, my home taken, my life forever changed. Seven years ago, my parents got divorced. In today’s society 40-50% of American marriages end in divorce, at rate at the time I was completely unaware of. Seven years ago almost none of my friend’s parents were divorced; only one other friend in town had parents going through a separation. They were the talk of the town. All my friend’s parents talked about how the Biermans were getting a divorce. I sat and listened to the gossip; thinking if only they knew. Seven years ago my life turned upside down. I remember like it was yesterday, I was in the car, …show more content…
The first year was the worst. My mother was completely devastated; she never left bed. I would kiss her goodbye for school in the morning and come back to find her in the same position, she didn’t move not even for food. My father would pay my mother $500 a week every Monday when he would pick up my brother for school. The money was used to pay the mortgage, the car, the heat, and food. The $2,000 a month was not enough to even cover the mortgage alone. There were days I would come home and the lights would be off, the house cold, the fridge empty. Soon enough the house would be foreclose on, the cars reposed. There were days I would come home to find my mother crying on the couch, trying to figure out how she let this happen. I would sit there with her helpless, all I could do was wipe her tears, hold her and reassure her everything would be all right; it will get better. As time progressed things did get better, my father realized $2,000 a month was not enough to cover anything and began giving us $3,000 a month, still things were hard. Once the divorce was filed, things turned ugly, the money stopped, my mother was constantly busy with the attorneys, my father in a bad mood, every conversation revolved around money and the attorneys. Fast-forward three long years, the divorce finally settled. When all was said and done, the bitterness finally revealed. My mother had gone back to school, worked her ass
Chelsea Rathburn’s “After Filing for Divorce” compares the emotions that the speaker feels after filing for a divorce to the morning after a wild party and all the mess someone might find after waking up and realizing all the destruction that is left in the aftermath. Rathburn’s speaker recalls how she felt in the beginning of the marriage and now how she feels after filing for the divorce. She sees the wreckage that is her life, the dread of the cleanup, and how her happiness has strayed so far from where it began.
My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.
The weeks that followed were very difficult. My mother ended up changing her hours at work so she could visit my father in the hospital. On the weekends my mom would spend from Friday when she got home from work, to Sunday night in the hospital. I have an older brother and a younger brother; they are lazy most of the time, so the only help I got was from my grandmother. Unfortunately, my older brother wasn’t present for three weeks for certain reasons, which left my ten year old
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.
Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal
We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school
I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So
Growing up as a military brat wasn't easy, there were many places we had to go to and we didn't have a choice. One of those places was here ,Illinois, and I was ten when we made the move here.This move was probably the hardest thing I have ever physically gone through considering all of my mom and I's stuff was lost in the ocean because the place we moved from was Hawaii.So, when we got here me and mom both didn't have our stuff but the rest of my family did.To make matters worse my dad was being shipped out to South Korea and we didn't have a house. For a whole year we were homeless,we put what was left of our stuff into storage and moved in with grandma. As terrible as that year was, it taught me a lot about what some people actually live
It was tough trying to handle parents who were always drunk, always violent, always complaining that they could not afford to buy my siblings and me food when every night they would come home with two new bottles. Every night had the same ending. My mom crying for help as my father showed the true demons that hide beneath his aging flesh. I wished many times to die, cried myself to sleep almost every night, and tried my best to keep a face that did not reveal how I truly felt.
Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.
My Mom wanted to be there but she had no choice. She at the time left a three year old and I at the time was ten years old so I had to step up and take care him. My Dad would always be at work at times my older Sister would also help but ever since then I just felt like a Mom. Growing up it was just me and my little Brother. I missed out a lot as a kid because I had a big responsibility in my hands. When I got out of Elementary I was barely going to school. My grades were bad, my attendance even worse, and it was all because I didn’t care anymore. Being in school, I was always either late, skipping
As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my
In the beginning we had completely nothing. We struggled a lot because we didn’t know anyone and there wasn’t any work for them. Since they didn’t have any high school diploma nor any other type of education it was hard. But when my parents finally got jobs they were never home. It was really hard for my siblings and I. It was also hard because they had to take care really good care of me which wasn’t easy for them because they had school plus they also had to take care of my newborn sister. I don’t really remember much because i was so young.
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