Personal Narrative: My Most Divorced Parents

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I had just came back from two fun days at Six Flags with my two younger sisters and mother. We rode roller coasters, ate hotdogs and ice cream, and then rode more roller coasters, but not in that order, because that would have been a disgusting mess. Sadly, we eventually head home, back to Corpus Christi, I was in the front seat, while my two younger sisters were in the back seat, sleeping. I looked out the window at the scenery and saw the many places past by; I saw some trees, then a gas station… then a Whataburger…. then my eyelids got really heavy. My mother must have noticed, because I heard her to me say “Go to sleep, Erica,” and in that moment, I fell asleep. I was awoken to a faint sound of screaming, it was my mother. The sound of that made me shoot up and awaken from my slumber, I looked behind me and I …show more content…
I was the opposite, I was always angry at myself. I would cry myself to sleep many nights thinking, “How did we get here? How did I get here?” I looked around and at this same time there were actually many parents divorcing. Many of my classmates and friends had divorced parents, but the difference was that both parents showed that they cared and loved their children, even though the mother and the father may be at different sides of the court during games, they were there. I looked even closer, and in most cases, the father would move out and leave the house for the mother and the children. I kept asking myself more questions, like “He didn’t love me? He never loved me?” “Maybe I was hard to love?” “What is wrong with me?” I was mad at everyone. Mad at my father because he kicked us out of the house he and my mother built together. Mad at my mother for always working and never being there. Mad at my little sisters for not understanding what was going on. Mad at my friends for having dads that loved them. Then I was mad at myself for being mad at

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