Personal Narrative

My dad sat me down and told me the news. I was ten, my brothers, six and four, so I was the only one who really knew what was going on. He had just taken us to dinner, my mom hadn’t joined us which I thought was strange but I figured she was still working or something. We were home now and I had just settled into playing my GameBoy. My brothers were playing with their trucks. With a look of terror and sadness on his face, my dad walked downstairs and asked if I could put the game away for a few minutes so he could tell me something. The words came out of his mouth and I immediately accused him of lying. I told him that it wasn’t possible. I had only ever heard of parents splitting up in other families. I never believed it was going to happen …show more content…
My life suddenly turned complicated as it was the hardest experience I ever had to deal with and for so long I didn’t think I would be able to. I had hope that it would get better, but it just got worse and worse. Crying myself to sleep became a nightly occurrence as I lay in bed, finding it very hard to shake the feeling of how unhappy I was and how different my life felt. My stomach turned to knots every time I came home and was only greeted by one parent. The feeling of sadness was traumatic. I could see it in myself along with others around me, I wasn’t the same young girl I was before. I became much quieter and less outgoing. My self confidence started to dwindle because, in my mind, the divorce of my parents was so unfair and no one else knew how I felt. Fears began to grow inside me that people would look at me different because my family situation was out of the ordinary. Growing up I went to CCD, which was basically church school where you go and learn about your religion and after years of that you get confirmed. My family would go to church on some Sundays and when we would go to my grandparents house for dinner we would say grace before we ate. I’m not very religious but I was taught to believe in God and that he was always there for me. When my parents got divorced I had this hatred towards God because of …show more content…
Having already been through the toughest stage of my life and allowing that experience to help me grow as a person. I know now that not everything works out in life and if I want things to get better I need to think positively about what I can do to achieve happiness again I realized not too long ago that I wasn’t the one in the family who was struggling the most with all of this. My mom had to raise three kids all on her own. With a feeling of relief and contentment,I knew I needed to do something other than pout about how sad and unfair my life had become. I needed to focus on improving things and helping out. I took on a lot of responsibility with my brothers and I think my mom really appreciated it. I slowly started accepting my dads new love and the new life I was living. It has all taught me that things can change in the blink of an eye and it is important to grow up and accept