Personal Narrative Essay: The Cause Of Divorce

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My brother, sister, and I were playing outside when my father opened the backyard door and informed us that we needed to come inside. He mentioned that he needed to have a meeting with us. My siblings and I gathered on the couch, waiting and ready to hear what was about to come. “Kids, your mother and I… are getting divorced,” my father said. My brother and sister broke out into tears while I quietly sat there not knowing exactly what a divorce was since I was 9 years old. I asked my father to explain what happens when parents get divorced. He said, “Mommy and I do not get along so we will be living separately, but do not worry I will keep in touch.” Unlike most kids that deal with their parents getting divorced, I was secretly happy deep down …show more content…
I absolutely hated seeing my father yell at my mother because she was always doing something wrong according to him. The simplest things would agitate my father. If his shirt was not ironed quickly enough, he would raise his voice at her. If my mother gave my father a plastic spoon to eat with, he would lose his temper and demand that he should receive a silver spoon instead. I would constantly try to comfort my mother and tell her that one day everything will be alright. It would really hurt me to see my mother cry because knowing her she is a very strong person; however, she would let my father’s words would get to her. When he would see a tear fall down her face he would only get madder and would continue to rag on her saying that she was a sensitive baby. Being so young, it was hard to stand up to my father because I was afraid of the consequence which was being beaten by “The Eagle,” a very painful belt that had its own …show more content…
Every time I came home from school all I wanted was to relax in a quiet house. However, I never got what I wanted because my father was always angry and would take his frustration out on us. He was very good at getting my siblings and I in trouble just so he could have a reason to take his anger out. For example, one day I was jumping on my living room couch and a little piece of it ripped. I began to cry because I knew there would be consequences. I immediately ran to my mother and told her what happened. She told me kids will be kids and that accidents happen. My father came home later that night and it was my luck that he decided to sit in the exact place where I had damaged the couch. Within a second he called us all into the living room and said that whoever ripped it would get into big trouble. I slowly raised my hand and he immediately began to tell me how I am “such an idiot.” I was used to being talked to like this so I did not let it get to me. Since I had no reaction, it seemed that it angered my father even more so he quickly left the room and came back with an object hidden behind his back. It was “The Eagle.” He ordered me to stick my hands out and he hit them until I cried. I thought I was done by this point, however, he was not. He forced me to bend down and spanked me until I cried even more. The result was that I could not sit for three days and to save myself from the embarrassment of my

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