Personal Narrative: My Experience With Divorce

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When did you grow up and realize this world isn’t perfect? Every person will answer this question very differently. I opened my eyes and grew up a few years after my parents got a divorce. I believe the divorce opened my eyes to the real world and showed me, not every part of your life is perfect.
As a young child my parents were very happy, they always smiled and laughed at each others jokes. My parents met in college in Gorham, Maine. It was my moms first time in the cafeteria, when she saw my dad at the fortuity table standing on top of it. My mom strongly believes every person should not be afraid of who you are. She was very impressed with my dad for joining a fortuity to show his friends who he really is. That is what attracted her to him. Shortly after, they started dating and got married right after college. They had kids shortly after they got married. They had two beautiful daughters. When I was younger we went on many trips together to the beach and one time to Disney Land. We had a lot of fun together. I wish that happiness never faded.
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The fighting didn’t begin until the lying started. One day my dad picked me up from school in the middle of the day. When I asked why I could smell the beer on his breath. My mom hated him drinking so he lied about it. I promised not to tell her about him picking me up if he would bring me home and we could have lunch together. He agreed so to this day my mom doesn’t know. She does know about many other stories. Including, the day my dad came home drunk at two a.m. when she was at work. My sister and I couldn’t wake him up so we called her at work. She rushed home to smell alcohol on his breath and was very upset. They went into their bedroom to talk. They always forgot our room was right down the hall and the walls were very thin. That is when the affair was first mentioned. My mom was devastated. That is when we knew our happy family was

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