Narrative Essay On My Prom Night

It was my prom night. As a Freshmen going with a senior I was very excited. I was not at my prom night for 45 min before I knew I didn’t want to be there. My date was a handsy and rude dance partner and my so called friends left me to go drink at some party. So I called my best friend to come and pick me up and without hesitation she was there in ten minutes. Not bothering to tell my "date" I was leaving and ignoring his calls, I left and made plans to go bowling with my best friend and other people. I had no idea then when I went home to change that life would be different. I went inside my house with my best friend Destiny. We could hear stomping and yelling but we ignore it and go to my room. My dad comes to me in tears (not …show more content…
When I wasn’t answering any of his questions he left my room even more distraught then when he entered. I was sad but not as sad I would have been if I didn’t already know my mom was leaving him. My mom came to my room as destiny and I were about to leave and asks " Destiny can Krystle stay at your place tonight? I do not want her dad to keep bothering her." Destiny also came from divorced parents, so she completely understood and she seemed as though she had seen this situation before. I stayed with Destiny all weekend. Just like my brother and sister stayed with their friends. For the next month my dad tried everything to change my mother 's mind and to stay with him. They went to counceling, meetings, tried sleeping in one bed. It seemed fake, as though he was trying to hard. My mother had made up her mind and weather she knew I knew it or not, she had moved on. Two months later my dad moved to college station, about 3 hours away. I love my dad, he is my only my dad. However, there were times my siblings and I needed a father figure and he fell short. Don’t misunderstand me, he was always there for us if we needed money, a ride to and from school, and he provided for his family. It’s the memories he was always missing from. We never did anything as a family. Just my mom and my brother and sister. My mom told me countless time she wasn’t happy. She stayed with him only because they had three children together and she didn’t want to be the reason the family fell apart. I was 18 when they got divorced, my brother was 10 and my sister 20. We were old enough to know what was happening. Knowing my mom was unhappy for 22 years. I wish she would have done it sooner. Seeing my dad so heartbroken was devistating. At age 25 now I can 't help but think I wish my mom would have done it sooner. Give my dad more of a chance to be happy without her. Now my mom is getting re-married and my dad is still