Divorce: A Personal Narrative Analysis
As a child, I experienced happiness, joy, sadness, fear, anger; these are emotions all children experience, but I constantly felt an emotion I could never explain. Until one day, my brother dropped a plate. As the plate made contact with the floor, shards smashed, mimicking the violent tinkling of wind chimes. I suddenly realized I found the word I had been looking for; broken. I felt broken, and realized, not everyone in the world is happy with their life or themselves. My brother and I picked up the shards, and all I could think was that the plate was so completely broken, it would be impossible to fix it. I thought it would be impossible to fix me.
Over the years, I grew accustomed to feeling shattered. I never talked to anyone about how …show more content…
“I’m sorry dude. My parents are still together, so I’ve never had to experience a divorce before. I’m here if you want to talk,” Crash replied. “Thanks, man. I understand no one gets married thinking that the marriage will end in divorce, but I read somewhere that sixty percent of marriages these days end in divorce, and it seems as if my parents fall into that sixty percent. I know mom’s complained about how much dad works; is that why they are getting a divorce? Because dad works too much? That’s so stupid, it shouldn’t matter if someone works all the time if two people love each other that should be enough,” I texted to her. Crash answered with an explanation that made perfect sense. “Dude, I’m sure your parents didn’t want to get divorced, and I bet your parents did everything they could to strengthen their relationship. But sometimes even if a person loves someone, that person still is unhappy.” “Yeah.”
Months flew by. Since Alex and I were not used to doing all of the chores that dad used to do when he lived here, such as cook meals and wash dishes, life was more laborious. Mom and Dad seemed happier. The fighting and bickering had stopped. My parents were no longer together, but both of them would be happier if they could live their lives the way they
Over the years, I grew accustomed to feeling shattered. I never talked to anyone about how …show more content…
“I’m sorry dude. My parents are still together, so I’ve never had to experience a divorce before. I’m here if you want to talk,” Crash replied. “Thanks, man. I understand no one gets married thinking that the marriage will end in divorce, but I read somewhere that sixty percent of marriages these days end in divorce, and it seems as if my parents fall into that sixty percent. I know mom’s complained about how much dad works; is that why they are getting a divorce? Because dad works too much? That’s so stupid, it shouldn’t matter if someone works all the time if two people love each other that should be enough,” I texted to her. Crash answered with an explanation that made perfect sense. “Dude, I’m sure your parents didn’t want to get divorced, and I bet your parents did everything they could to strengthen their relationship. But sometimes even if a person loves someone, that person still is unhappy.” “Yeah.”
Months flew by. Since Alex and I were not used to doing all of the chores that dad used to do when he lived here, such as cook meals and wash dishes, life was more laborious. Mom and Dad seemed happier. The fighting and bickering had stopped. My parents were no longer together, but both of them would be happier if they could live their lives the way they