Tales From My Parents Divorce

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

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

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or explain to me what was happening. All I knew is there was a fight, my dad left, it seemed different than other times when he left, and my mom was crying. Everything about my life changed in the blink of a five year old’s eyes which is what makes this loss so significant in my life.

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.

“What you are afraid to do is a clear indication of the next thing you need to do.” (-Ralph Waldo Emerson). My parent´s divorce has shaped and influenced my whole life, with a lot of side effects. I fell into a state of depression. I learned not to dwell on the bad things in life. I found a person within myself that I could live with for a while, a kid that I could be proud of, someone I wouldn’t hate. Over the years, I’ve changed, little changes, big changes, it’s all happened, and I am who I am today because of it. Not all crummy circumstances stay awful, even though it may feel like it. I can’t tell if I’ve changed for the better or the worse, but everything starts with something, one thing. My parent´s divorce shaped me into who I am today, whether the changes were good or bad, little or big, this has changed me.

Even though situations seem averse they might become positive in the end. To me and probably most people in my situation would say that their parents being divorced would be a negative situation. Although at the time I was distraught, I learned that my parents divorce might have not been helpful at first, but later on it affected my life dramatically.

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.

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

As for the first theatre, I chose Book-It Respertory Theatre. Its location is at The Center Theatre in Seattle, Washington, and the address is 305 Harrison St, Seattle, WA 98109. They have just finished with the show “Emma”, which came from the book that Jane Austen wrote. During May, they will start with a new show called “The Brothers K”, and it is written by David James Duncan. Although I have never read this book before, the review said it’s one of the great American novel one hasn’t read. As for the current artistic director, Myra Platt, she will be leading and directing the show for “The Brothers K”. The theatre started in 1990, and it has been able to continue operating for twenty six years with the hard works of its members’.

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.

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.

Amidst the boredom of summer and a lasting drought, my parents came into our family room where my sister and I were trying to drown out the monotony. They sat us down with such a somber tone that it was palpable in the room. My mom cut straight to the chase and announced something that would change my life indefinitely. “Your dad and I are getting a divorce.”

As a young boy, my parents decided it was best for the family if they got a divorce. At the time, divorce was not in my vocabulary, meaning I brushed it off as it nothing. It was nothing until shelly, my biological mother, turned it into something. Something that has taught me many values, values that will continue to make me push forward.

My parents divorced when I was very young and I don't remember them ever being together. I didn't know any differently than what I grew up with. I saw my Dad on Wednesdays and every other weekend, but he didn't come to any of my school events or buy my brothers and me anything we needed. Looking back now, I see how much my Mom sacrificed for her four children and how hard she worked for us. My Mom did everything - attended all of our graduations, plays, sports games, drove us wherever we needed to go and bought us all the things we needed, from food to school supplies to clothes. I didn't think much of it growing up because I didn't realize how it really was. My Mom with a single mother and was providing for her children alone, because

I looked around myself at the other kids, sitting in a circle wondering if they knew what I knew. Meanwhile, I sat on the little first grade beanbag chairs, feeling the pokey beans move beneath me, and listening to the teacher read the book called "mum and dad glue". All the while, still wondering if the other kids knew what I knew. What being divorced meant. The book Ms. Lyga Jones was reading intrigued me. I realized that some mommy's and daddy's had infallible glue, some had cracked glue and others had no glue at all. I felt different, not a bad or a good different, but just different from the other kids.