What Makes More Special About Me

I have come from a well-meaning but very scarring, ambivalent and dysfunctional family. My father was a sometimes physically, but often times very emotionally abusive person. Using a large amount of fear and intimidation of him to control our family and home. My mother regularly took out her anger and frustration towards my father on me since my parent’s first major separation when I was seven years old which in conjunction with the negative impact of my parents’ off and on separations leading up to their eventual divorce I developed depression, anger and other behavioral problems as well. I suffered many years of abuse from my mother as a result of these things. I understood both my parents cared for me, even though their actions often time both demonstrated it and contradicted it which lead to much confusion in relationships and friendships outside of my family. One of if not the most scarring experiences were of my mother and the adults she surrounded herself with sympathizing her abuse towards me because of the abuse she endured by my father and

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 may have not realised it but March 5, 2002 was the hardest day, even if I have no recollection of it. When you're 2 years old you don't recall much but snippets , like being given 2 small goldfish. Which is my only real memory of my father. Now for a while my aunt moved in after that day, I thought that was normal. Until I about was 5. I noticed many children getting picked up from daycare by their fathers. When I finally asked my mother where my father was she gave me a somber look and remained silent. Which was the response I’d constantly get she always had a difficult time communicating about him with me. It was hard- really hard. Especially when I learned the truth, about three years later.

Have you ever been through something something that torn you apart and changed the way you saw yourself?Well that something was my parents divorce.It might have only been five years but it feels like forever at other times I feel like it was just yesterday they were together.My second youngest sister Julianna is five that’s how we keep track of how long they’ve been divorced.I have my step-dad now but we’re not well adjusted yet.Julianna refers to him as her dad though.The divorce didn’t involve any insane trama or violence but it tore my heart.We moved a couple of times after the split since we could not have afforded the house on our own.They shared custody of us for about two years I’d go with him and my new step-mom and my sister.My step-moms son lived with them which made it awkward.Suddenly he just stopped no phone calls no letters no well anything.

My parents have been divorced since I was the age of two. Being a child of divorce is all I’ve ever known and growing up I felt different than many of my friends. I never like having to explain my family situations to my friends because most of them did not understand what it was like to have divorced parents. I began to resent my parents for being divorce and wished it had never happened. However, as I continued to grow and mature my family began to grow; my mom got remarried and so did my dad. I gained a new stepdad, stepmom, two step siblings, and a half-brother. Looking back on it now I do not remember why I was so upset with my parents for their divorce; all I see now is the positive things it has brought into my life. I have gained so

My parents have been divorced for as long as I can remember. For a while, I could not even comprehend what it would be like to have two parents living in the same household. But worry not, this essay is not going to be about how I overcame this divorce, it made me a better person, I perfected my character, and all of those clichés. My experience was quite the opposite. I do not have bad memories of my childhood even though my parents were separated. My parents did their best to protect me from everything that might hurt me as a child. Even into my teenage years, I was either protected from or ignored the imperfections in my own family. But it was when the fractures started breaking my family into pieces many years later, that I had to start

My perspective of the world began to greatly alter once I began traveling to a great amount of countries. I began to understand the true cost of the possessions I owned when I traveled to those that were small and impoverished. I watched as those living in the area would do anything legal or illegal to obtain what they had seen as valuable. In result, this experience forced me into the realization that everything I had owned prior had been worked or struggled for by someone important to me. This forged a certain personal trait that has allowed me many achievements in my life. This personal trait has allowed me to achieve many academic awards and has allowed me to participate in many important events, such as personal training and clubs. This personal trait has also allowed me the strength and dedication to pursue an active roll in my learning environment. I have grown to experience the difficulties that were left by

During these times I attended a lousy school, this school had relatively wonderful teacher but the student was not the best. The environment there change my personality and because I was young I allowed the student to change me. I did not quite see anything of it because the way I acted was the same as others around me. Thinking back I was quite a rough child to deal with, I would always receive a timeout in class and occasionally the teacher would call my parents this would happen about once or twice a week or for two. My parents would always become frustrated with me because the Hawi they knew at home wouldn't act up like that. This continued on for about two years and a half. It did not matter how much they lectured me or wouldn't let me watch tv shows I wanted I wouldn't change. My parents stopped trying to change me, sometimes they would threaten me by saying that I would go back to Ethiopia and live with my grandmother, clearly that did not happen because I'm still here. Every Sunday's my mother would pray on behalf of me and light a candle. By the grace of God I've changed for the better, I've asked my mother why she did not send me to Ethiopia and she replied my saying “how could I ever give up hope to a daughter that I gave birth to.”

Over the next few months I noticed that my family seemed happy and were so excited for this baby. As for me, I thought it’s a baby it’s not a magic wand, but I don’t get me wrong I was very excited to have a new baby sister. My parents seemed happy and me and my brothers thought that maybe they could be in love again, even though we really knew that you can’t change the past, it would always be there no matter how hard you try to forget it. I didn’t know why the got the divorce the first time, but I remember it was because of something about my dad, and for the longest time I thought it was because of me being born and my dad not wanting anything to do with me. Once it reached the due date, and Avery was going to be coming soon, me and my brothers started getting nervous, we all helped my mom out and pitch in. That night I made dinner with my dad, and they my brothers cleaned up and did the dishes. I remember this day like it was yesterday. My mom was already laying down, and we all felt bad because she had been so uncomfortable those past few days. That night I woke up and went to my parents room, but when I got in there nobody was there. I look on the couch and I see someone I thought it was my brother so I was shaking him and saying wake up, but it turns out it was my grandma. I asked what she was doing here, and she told me that my parents went to the hospital and they were having my baby sister. She told me to go back to bed and we would go see her in the morning, then go to school. I went back to my room, but I couldn’t sleep I was so

Usually I am sarcastic and blunt in nature, I usually don't hold my tongue back with people because people do deserve the truth and not the sugar coated version of it. Being who I am make it seem like I'm this mean person when I really am not. Sometimes I am not this talkative person because there is a time to talk and a time to just be quiet and listen so I know what is asked of me. Now combining sarcastic, blunt, and not so talkative can make seem like I'm standoffish at times and I know that I can be at times. Those closest to me know that I am the one to tell it like it and know that I'm a listener rather be the one that talks. Even with this perception of me when I participate in clubs and school activities usually people see that this is who and that at times I do have my moments. What this shows about me is that for the most part I am the type of person that rather stay to myself at times and that if you want the truth I'll give it to you, I am a simple person.

Growing up knowing my parents were divorced didn’t really bother me. I saw my dad and spent the night with him all the time, but then something terrible happened. He met this woman and they got married, and that was the day I lost my dad, someone I thought would be there for me always. When I first met them, everything seemed fine, I was still a little skeptical about the whole thing, but overall they seemed like nice people. Well, that lasted for about a year when my stepmom started treating me like I was less important than her other kids and so I stopped coming around and me and my dad rarely talked. This broke my heart, and for some reason my dad didn’t even seem to care we didn’t have a relationship anymore. At on point I even asked “Do you even love me anymore?” Looking off in the distance, “Of course I do Megan, why do you ask?” he said. I’m becoming impatient every second he’s acting like everything's okay. “Because you seem so stuck up your wife’s butt that I don’t even matter anymore.” he just looks at me like I stomped on his big toe. “ Megan, she’s my wife.” in my head I was thinking

During my parents ' divorce, I had learned things no eighth grader should need to know about my parents relationship. The way I viewed my dad changed dramatically based on his efforts to maintain a relationship with me and my sister and his mental health. When I was about to start my freshman year in high school, my dad had officially lost all hope of trying to redevelop a relationship with me. We had family out from his side to celebrate my sister, Olivia’s, communion. To me, it seemed like everything was fine and there was no tension between anyone, however at the end of the ceremony my mom was left in tears and everyone was upset after my dad had yelled at the priest, causing a scene, then leaving the church.

It all started out on July-23-2014, when my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce, and that we were moving from Owatonna, Minnesota to San Diego. I remember that day like it was yesterday, how I felt, how I felt like I would never stop crying, and confused about what was going to happen. I remember hearing what my mother 's voice sounded like I knew something bad happened, that my father got in an accident or died, or that my dog had gotten hit by a car, or someone died. But all my assumptions were incorrect no one died no one got hurt besides me , my mother , and father. I remember as soon as my mother said the word Divorce, I instantly started bursting into tears.

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.