Divorced Family Narrative

I don’t know about you guys, but I am the younger son, The Prodigal! See, I grew up in a divorced family and went through a good bit of things growing up. I was one of those kids that didn’t really get along with their parents, and I have to admit, I was angry at God. When I was younger, I was told about God, but to be honest, I never knew Him. I was told if you ask God for something he will give it to you. Well, it felt like He just ignored me. My parents use to fight a lot when I was younger and It seemed like every night I would cry myself to sleep praying that God would help my parents stop arguing and fighting.
Being the older of two siblings it felt like I got blamed for everything that went wrong. So naturally, it was not long before I started thinking that I was the reason for my parents not getting along. After believing that, I started to think that my family would be better off without me; that the whole world would be better off without me.
Years later, when I was 13 my prayers were answered, but it was not the way that I wanted it. My parents got divorced! I had prayed and prayed that God would help my family, but in my eyes He just tore it apart. It was then that I believed that God did not care about me at …show more content…
Living with my dad was not easy. It seemed like nothing I did was ever good enough, and He would yell at me a lot. Well, needless to say, as a teenager I stayed away from home as much as I could. I didn’t go to my mom’s a lot because I could not get along with her or my two younger sisters. And at 15 I started drinking Alcohol, smoking cigarettes, marijuana, and using pills. At 16 I started getting in trouble with the law, a lot! And it wasn’t long before I got a DUI. I had to sale my truck to pay for lawyer fees, do 6 months of community service, and was court ordered to attend church and go to church counseling. I didn’t like doing any of