My Family: My Childhood Memories Of Divorce

I only have vague memories of a united family. I was five when my family life came crashing down; only it didn’t fall on me, it fell on my mother. The only memories I have of the divorce are not of a courtroom, but of my loving father being kicked out of the house he created. It was not until I was around seven that I learned my mother left my dad just because she was bored.
The first time I spent with my dad after the divorce was ironically as soon as he was kicked out. We didn’t even have sheets for a bed, and had to go out and frantically buy everything needed for a partial family: clothes, silverware, furniture. The next day was a day to cheer up from the atrocity that just put us, myself, and my brother and dad, into deep depression that would not leave us until years later. During this day, we went and got toys, games, and even a cat, who was named Smudge, and wasn’t technically allowed in the apartment my dad had to live in. Later in the days to come, my brother and I were very confused, as my mother was unresponsive, and my dad only shouted curses anytime someone said, “Mom”, or “Sheila”, as that was my mother’s name. This now has been amended since …show more content…
Because of Oklahoma’s legal system, not only was that as far as he could go, but my mother also still had the majority of visitation. During this time, we hardly saw my dad, but when we did, we enjoyed each other very much, and never spent a moment doing nothing. Truly, those times were the best I ever had with a parent. But, during this time, I also began to stray away from my mother, as this is when I learned that my life was wrecked emotionally for the plight of a woman bored of her husband. As I learned more and more about the cause of the divorce, the more I separated myself from