My Parents Divorce
I grew up in a family of five. We were your average family who attended mass together, had family dinners, went on family vacations etc. We all got along well and were very loving and happy, or at least so I thought. One early sunny morning after my dad had left for work, I went upstairs to talk to my mom, and immediately realized something was not right. Usually every morning my mom would come and wake me up softly rubbing my back as she whispered in my ear that it was time to get up. However, this day was different as I had awoken on my own to no sign of my mother. I got my self up out of bed and walked slowly in a state of drowsiness down the hall to her bedroom. When I arrived in the doorway I realized my dad had already left for work, and my mom was just sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood in the doorway as I observed the saddened glum look on her face.
My mom is a strong woman who never showed when something was wrong. If she was sick she would continue running …show more content…
Everyone walked around in silence trying not disturb one another, and process the bomb that had been dropped on our house. That night my dad never came home, and the realization of what life would now be like began to hit me. I laid in bed and my thoughts began to drift away, as I slowly fell asleep praying that when I awoke everything had just been a dream. I awoke the next day thinking things could not get any worse, however once again I was wrong. Shortly after heading downstairs for breakfast, my mom informed me we would be moving to Erie, PA. I thought to myself “What? I just accepted the fact that you are getting divorced, now were moving”. Hearing that we were moving hit me like a ton of bricks. I loved living in Florida and did not know anything different as I had lived there ever since I was born. I also had many great friends that I had known since preschool and did not want to leave
I grew up in a family of five. We were your average family who attended mass together, had family dinners, went on family vacations etc. We all got along well and were very loving and happy, or at least so I thought. One early sunny morning after my dad had left for work, I went upstairs to talk to my mom, and immediately realized something was not right. Usually every morning my mom would come and wake me up softly rubbing my back as she whispered in my ear that it was time to get up. However, this day was different as I had awoken on my own to no sign of my mother. I got my self up out of bed and walked slowly in a state of drowsiness down the hall to her bedroom. When I arrived in the doorway I realized my dad had already left for work, and my mom was just sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood in the doorway as I observed the saddened glum look on her face.
My mom is a strong woman who never showed when something was wrong. If she was sick she would continue running …show more content…
Everyone walked around in silence trying not disturb one another, and process the bomb that had been dropped on our house. That night my dad never came home, and the realization of what life would now be like began to hit me. I laid in bed and my thoughts began to drift away, as I slowly fell asleep praying that when I awoke everything had just been a dream. I awoke the next day thinking things could not get any worse, however once again I was wrong. Shortly after heading downstairs for breakfast, my mom informed me we would be moving to Erie, PA. I thought to myself “What? I just accepted the fact that you are getting divorced, now were moving”. Hearing that we were moving hit me like a ton of bricks. I loved living in Florida and did not know anything different as I had lived there ever since I was born. I also had many great friends that I had known since preschool and did not want to leave