Divorce-Personal Narrative

Learning To Forgive

When I was a small child I can distinctly remember hearing my parents arguing on everyday my father was home, like clockwork. I would turn to my brother and cry, “Are they going to get a divorce?” To which he-and my parents- would respond to with a simple “no.” Even at a young age, however, I knew better. I wouldn’t find out why until I was twelve.

It was when I had entered sixth grade that things had started to get ugly. We had moved from Washington state to Florida, and the move and been difficult to say the least. My father had gone back to Alaska for work, leaving me, my mom, and my brother alone. My mother was constantly depressed. One day, sometime towards the end of sixth grade, my mother announced that she would be divorcing my father. My brother was glad, but I on the other hand, was beyond upset. As my mother grew happier, I grew more depressed. By the end of seventh grade my mother had finally revealed why she was divorcing my dad. …show more content…
This made me livid at my father, but also I was furious at myself. I had blamed myself for my mother’s pain. This only made me more depressed. By eighth grade I could barely hide it anymore. I had a hard time sleeping and focusing. My brother had left for the Air Force, leaving me and my mother alone. But it was when I found out that my father had married the girl he cheated on my mother with, that I snapped. I had been spiraling down a path of self-destruction. I wasn’t quite sure when I started down that road, but nevertheless I had. When my mother found out, she was beyond angry. It made me feel weak and pathetic. Soon after, she made the decision for us to move to Oklahoma. Upon entering ninth grade, my mother assumed I was feeling better...I