One of the most formative experiences of my life was when my parents got divorced. I still remember it very clearly to this day because it had such an impact on me. My parents got divorced when I was in sixth grade and it was devastating. One Tuesday afternoon I came home from school and my parents were outside when I arrived home. I walked outside and when they heard the door open, they responded, “Just give us five minutes.” This was a typical response from my mom and dad, but little did I know that this would be the last time I saw my parents when they were still married. I was watching Everybody Hates Chris in the living room when my mom came up to me and said that she had to tell me something. I muted the TV and looked at her, and as she
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I was around ten or eleven at the time, so I was already used to my parents living together and this was going to be a major change. The night my mom told me that they were getting divorced, I cried myself to sleep. My whole world had been turned upside down and I wasn’t ready for this change. My parents forced me to go to school the next day contrary to my opinion. I had to run the mile in PE that day and I ran around the track balling my eyes out. Instead of stopping after my last lap, I ran all the way back to the main campus and ran into the counselor's office and kept on crying. I couldn’t help myself. Eventually, I began to accept the fact that my parents were going to separate, but it took me a while to recover. Trying to avoid more heartbreak, I began to shut my friends out and I went quiet for about a month. Instead of going out on the weekends, I would stay at home cooped up in my room watching tv. I felt vulnerable and afraid after my parents told me they were getting divorced, and I never wanted to experience it again. At the time, I became very angry with my parents. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t stay together in order to make me more …show more content…
I can remember every event that occurred on the day my mom told me that they were going to get divorced, but the month following that moment is a blur in my memory. In order to move on from the pain, my brain attempted to erase some, if not all, of the sorrow that came after that day. Today, my outlook on my parent’s divorce is completely different than it was back then. Now I understand why they got divorced, and I am grateful that they remained great friends throughout the process. I realize that the only reason they are friends is because of my well-being, and that makes me appreciate the amount of love they have for me. Sometimes I think about what life would be like if my parents stayed together, but it’s hard to imagine a life without them getting divorced. They used to fight constantly and now being more mature than I was back then, I also would have gotten a divorce if I were in either one of their shoes. Marriage is a symbol of love, and without love marriage is lost. My parent’s lost their love for each other, and I am able to accept that
I was around ten or eleven at the time, so I was already used to my parents living together and this was going to be a major change. The night my mom told me that they were getting divorced, I cried myself to sleep. My whole world had been turned upside down and I wasn’t ready for this change. My parents forced me to go to school the next day contrary to my opinion. I had to run the mile in PE that day and I ran around the track balling my eyes out. Instead of stopping after my last lap, I ran all the way back to the main campus and ran into the counselor's office and kept on crying. I couldn’t help myself. Eventually, I began to accept the fact that my parents were going to separate, but it took me a while to recover. Trying to avoid more heartbreak, I began to shut my friends out and I went quiet for about a month. Instead of going out on the weekends, I would stay at home cooped up in my room watching tv. I felt vulnerable and afraid after my parents told me they were getting divorced, and I never wanted to experience it again. At the time, I became very angry with my parents. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t stay together in order to make me more …show more content…
I can remember every event that occurred on the day my mom told me that they were going to get divorced, but the month following that moment is a blur in my memory. In order to move on from the pain, my brain attempted to erase some, if not all, of the sorrow that came after that day. Today, my outlook on my parent’s divorce is completely different than it was back then. Now I understand why they got divorced, and I am grateful that they remained great friends throughout the process. I realize that the only reason they are friends is because of my well-being, and that makes me appreciate the amount of love they have for me. Sometimes I think about what life would be like if my parents stayed together, but it’s hard to imagine a life without them getting divorced. They used to fight constantly and now being more mature than I was back then, I also would have gotten a divorce if I were in either one of their shoes. Marriage is a symbol of love, and without love marriage is lost. My parent’s lost their love for each other, and I am able to accept that