Personal Narrative: Divorce

I still remember the day that I woke up to realize that I no longer had a father. It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was shining and the temperature was moderate. I ran into my parent’s bedroom as I did every morning but my father was not there. I asked my mother where he was and she said simply that he was gone. I was only four-years-old so I didn’t understand exactly what was happening. I couldn’t imagine why my parents would decide to get a divorce. I thought my parents were perfect; they were my “gods.” Their decision frustrated me and I sought answers from the very first day. I screamed and cried for hours asking my mother “why? why?” I couldn’t answer that ever so simple question until much later in my life. Near the end of the divorce process, I was presented with a choice. I could visit my father on the weekends, or I could never see him again. At my young age, this was an easy decision. I began to visit my father frequently which made my mother very nervous. I didn’t understand why at that time, but I did understand that I was free to do anything when I was under my father’s supervision. I had a great time whenever I was with my dad except for a few frightening occasions. My father would sometimes become enraged because he is severely bi-polar. …show more content…
This essentially ended the relationship my father and I had built. Now, I only had my mother to depend on and to raise me. I moved schools often, never staying at one for more than three years. My mother worked two full-time jobs to support us, but she still managed to find time for me. Sometimes, I attended counseling to help me understand what was happening and how to cope with it. During all of this, my mother found my “second father” (my