“Why?” I yelled. “Why can’t you just get along!?” I screamed while holding my yellow Winnie The Pooh under my blue ceiling. My parents argued often, I hated it, but that’s all they did. I didn’t like it, I didn’t want it, I felt like I couldn’t do anything. Parents arguing and screaming at each other was a scary event when I was young. When it happened, it affected how I thought, what I thought of my parents, and other people involved. As a child I learned to have the ability to survive tough situations and move on. But then when divorce comes. It changes my entire life. I felt like my heart just split in two, and I felt like I would never recover. This happened at about the age of six or seven. At that age, going through this was rough.
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Wishing I would never have to leave her side. Wishing I could just keep hugging her. This would effect my mood, my schoolwork, and my ability to carry out tasks. This affected everything about me. When my parents weren’t arguing, my schoolwork effectiveness increased. My mood was in a happier state, and I could carry out tasks efficiently. The entire divorce has made me able to deal with tough situations and move on. Then through time, it became easier to survive what comes to me. Then after the divorce and visitation times, my Dad violates a visitation policy. I remember this point in time like it was yesterday. He didn’t let me see my Mom. I remember the feeling of anger, sadness, and frustration all at the same time. As he told me I couldn’t see her. Not being able to see my Mom was even more painful to go through. And I hated it. I had hated every part of it. But I couldn’t do anything about it, I was just a kid. It was going to happen no matter what. But through time they fought in court, and the pain continued. Yet again, divorce creating that pain. Yet again, divorce making kids strong enough to have the ability to survive tough situations. Which in return of us having that ability, is also changing us. Into either better or worse people. Divorce for myself, was a mix of good and bad. At times it had changed myself for the good, and at times the bad. I had experienced times where I changed myself for the
Wishing I would never have to leave her side. Wishing I could just keep hugging her. This would effect my mood, my schoolwork, and my ability to carry out tasks. This affected everything about me. When my parents weren’t arguing, my schoolwork effectiveness increased. My mood was in a happier state, and I could carry out tasks efficiently. The entire divorce has made me able to deal with tough situations and move on. Then through time, it became easier to survive what comes to me. Then after the divorce and visitation times, my Dad violates a visitation policy. I remember this point in time like it was yesterday. He didn’t let me see my Mom. I remember the feeling of anger, sadness, and frustration all at the same time. As he told me I couldn’t see her. Not being able to see my Mom was even more painful to go through. And I hated it. I had hated every part of it. But I couldn’t do anything about it, I was just a kid. It was going to happen no matter what. But through time they fought in court, and the pain continued. Yet again, divorce creating that pain. Yet again, divorce making kids strong enough to have the ability to survive tough situations. Which in return of us having that ability, is also changing us. Into either better or worse people. Divorce for myself, was a mix of good and bad. At times it had changed myself for the good, and at times the bad. I had experienced times where I changed myself for the