The Effects Of Divorce On My Life Changed Drastically

Throughout my childhood, my environment consisted of switching between my mother's and father's house every week. Since I was an infant, my parents have been divorced and I believe that being a child of divorce has shaped my life tremendous ways. Through the hardships that came with living in two houses for 16 years of my life, I had the time to mature and learn a lot about myself and who I wanted to be as a person. Watching my parents for many years, I realized what I did and did not want to be when I grew up. From my father, I wanted to have the dedication and perseverance that he exhibited. From my mother, I wanted to be friendly and beautiful like her. However, there was many qualities that my parents carried that I did not want to take

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

“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.

Looking back at my past, I recall my mother and father’s relationship as if it were yesterday. I am only four years old, small and curious; I tended to walk around my home aimlessly. I would climb book shelves like a mountain explorer venturing through the Himalayans, draw on walls to open windows to my own imagination, or run laps around the living room rug because to me I was an Olympic track star competing for her gold medal; however my parents did not enjoy my rambunctious imagination. My parents never punished me for it but would blame each other for horrible parenting skills; at the time I did not understand their fights, but instead was curious about why they would fight.

When I woke up a walk down stairs and I was wondering where my mom was because we are supposed to go to 6 flags today. I was so excited I couldn't wait. Then I ran up to my mom's room and there she is sleeping in her bed. I yelled WAKE UP we are supposed to go to 6 flags today. She said oh I forgot then we both jumped in the shower before we left. Then we were on our way to 6 flags. We left at 8:00am so she said we would be there at 10:00am. ZOOM!!! the car went by us in a flash. We barely saw it. Then my mom gave me a large box when we stopped at kwik trip. She said I couldn't open it till tomorrow. Then we got back on the road. I was listening to the music for most of the ride. Then there it was my favorite song was on. I told my mom to crank it up.

When I was about 14 months old, my parents separated which then led to a divorce. Since I was extremely young, I cannot remember how it affected me. But once I got into grade school, I was in great knowledge that something was different. I then started to understand the affects my parents’ divorce had on me such as anger, resentment, feeling of loneliness, and prob-lems with communication. Now that I am a young adult, I still feel like I am being affected by those same problems except now I am able to control myself when I start to feel the symptoms. Divorce has had a huge impact on my life.

There was one point in my life that I remember more than most, and this is because it was a big change for me. I had to move in with my grandmother for originally five months, which ended up turning into seven. My house got redone when I was seven years old, so my mother and I stayed with my grandmother for that time being. I did not like staying there for many reasons, such as: her house was far from my school, I could not have many play-dates with my friends, and I just wanted to be back home. Although, there were also good reasons that came with staying there because I ate excellent food and was able to spend more time with my family. This change made a younger me understand how certain changes could shift the way people think.

Eight years later, when I was sixteen, I was in my room studying for the SAT I had the next day. It was around nine thirty at night when the phone rang. My mother answered, I left my room to eavesdrop, curious as to who would be calling a such a late hour. I heard her pass the phone to my dad saying the doctor was calling to discuss some test results

Later that day my mom came to me and asked if I wanted to go to Kayli's house for a sleepover. Excited, I ran to my duffle bag that was thrown in a corner of the living room to pack my things. Once I was was dropped off, we quickly went into her house to start playing

It was a rainy afternoon, and I was running on the treadmill. The house was hot - no- humid, so I was gross and sweaty. I had finished 15 minutes done, then the phone rang…. I stopped the machine, then took off my earbuds. My mother grabbed it, and nods and questions the caller, scratching the back

One thing that has changed me as a person was my parents divorce. My parents got divorced when I was in 6th grade. At first, I was very unsure how to feel about everything that was going on around me. I was used to a happy environment, but it soon changed. I remember that I would make up scenarios in my head as of what I thought went wrong or what i could have done so that it wouldn't have ended the way that it did. I had a very negative attitude for years, and i would sometimes blame myself even if i didn't have any reasoning behind it. Time went by, and during my first year of highschool, I started to think positive. I started to discover how this situation affected and changed me as a person. It taught me many life lessons and actually changed my life. In every bad situation, there is something good that will come out of it.

Back in 2008 my life changed drastically. My parents decided to get a divorce because it apparently wasn't working out. On september 16th after dinner my parents called me and my sister into the living room to talk to us. Me being only eight years old didn't really know what was going on and neither did my sister. We sat down and my dad began to tell us about them splitting up. I remember when my dad said that they were splitting up my sister began to cry. My dad continued to tell us that they would try to make this as easy as they could and try to put the least amount of stress on me and my sister as possible.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day that I found out my parents were getting a divorce was devastating. What was even more impactful was the way that my father decided to leave. I remember being in the 6th grade walking home from school with my siblings. As soon as we opened the door we started screaming because all of our furniture was gone. I called my mom hyperventilating saying that we had been robbed. She simply replied that “everything was alright and that my father had left. My father leaving me after my parent’s divorce was one of the most traumatic experiences, it has caused me so much hurt over the years and effected my life in

My freshman year, my parents got a divorce. This changed every aspect of my life. Although, this was a big change in my life I did not let it affect me too much, I was able to keep myself going through my daily life as I usually would. My ability to not let the situation affect me was not shared by other members of my family. It seemed that both my mom and my sister were having a hard time moving on. They were calling out for help, they wanted someone to be with them during this hard time in their life. It was painful to have to watch them struggle to be able to move on with their lives. I felt an obligation to help them move on, to spend time with them, to be there for support. Throughout my sophomore year I dedicated most of my time to being

It was during the spring of last year. The evening was quiet, and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry homework, which was becoming incredibly tedious. The sudden ring of the phone broke the calm. Nobody yelled downstairs, so I knew it wasn't for me. However, after a few minutes, my mom came downstairs with a serious, we-need-to-talk look on her face. At first I thought, "Oh great, what did I do now?" Then I realized she had been crying.