My dad launched a mouth full of words telling my mom how unfair she is being with me, and this little disagreement turns into a fight. Which has been happening for the past two months whenever my mom or dad say something to each other and me and my two other siblings are absolutely miserable. My mom then interrupts the annoying bickering to yell, “I can’t do this anymore, so just stop.” My dad and I look at her in the strangest, each wondering what was about to happen. To break the awkward silence, my dad says, “Can’t do what?” She slowly looks up to stare both of us in the eyes to say, “I want a divorce! We have been fighting for the past two months and I cannot carry on like this.” My dad sighed and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but never did. My mom began to open her mouth and she said with more passion and anger looking towards me, “This whole situation is your fault. You caused this fight and it was my last straw. And I am done.” And with that she whisked herself off to her bedroom to pack her things. Meanwhile, I burst into tears and ran into my dad's…
This home situation began to reflect on me academically. My grades began to dramatically drop, A’s were becoming D’s. I was unable to focus on my school work because I was always so sad and angry over my situation at home. Then a Saturday in late November, my dad began to harshly disrespect my mom and I by saying that we were just a waste of money. My mom and I were very offended and both agreed to pack some clothes and just leave the house.…
When i was in the second grade, my parents got divorced. This shattered my family as my older brother and sister left. My mom wouldn’t let…
At the age of 3, when I was in the nursery, my mother had to leave me and my sister with our father alone to seek for an opportunity in Hong Kong. Our mother worked as a nanny in Hong Kong, having not much benefit for her such as only having one day off and most of the time, none at all and not even able to take a chance to go home and visit us. It was tough for me and my sister living without our mothers’ guidance, especially for my father who happens to have an affair with many women. When our mother found out that my father is having an affair with different women, she didn’t hesitate to take us away from him. Long story short, our mother filed a divorce against our father. Aunt Aileen, my mothers’ oldest sister had to take care of us after the divorce.…
I was often left feeling very undervalued and useless and was always told that “You should have done better”. I did not agree with my mother administering physical violence towards me, I lost respect and any affection that I had left for her. I was scared of her at first but later in my teens I stood up to her taking the slipper out of her hand and telling her she would not be hitting me with it. The physical violence then ceased, but she still threatened me with it, but I would just walk out of the house returning when she had calmed down.…
My Dad had absolutely nothing to do with me from birth to when I turned 15 years old. I grew up with my Mom, and my one older sister. My Mom always had a really good friend whom I called my aunt, who helped her out for years and years. I became very close with her, and she would always help pay for expenses and would always come to extracurricular activities. Let’s rewind to my Mom’s life before kids. My mom did not live in a very good situation. Her Mom had 3 different men in her life and 4 kids from 2 different men. My Grandma slept with a guy at a party when she was dating somebody at the time, and got pregnant with my Mom. My Mom never knew her Dad and grew up thinking that her step dad was her actual Dad. When I was 4, my Grandma was dying of lung cancer when she told my Mom about her real Father. I never knew my Grandma, but I wish I had because I think I would be a different person today if I had a relationship with her. My Mom had 3 girls with 2 different men. Her first husband, was a no-good Father who went to prison so they got a divorce. My oldest sister left my Mom to live with her Grandma who bribed her into living with her, and my Mother was too young and dumb to stop it. I was an oopsy. At my Mom’s current job, she met a man who she must have had an affair with, and that is how I got here. I guess at the time my Mom thought she could raise me on her own and did not even try to get my Dad to be in my life. My Mom has had multiple boyfriends and potential husbands walk in and out of her life, but still has no luck with guys, and I keep hoping to myself that if she did, then she would be completely…
Where this story begins, is before I have memory of it. I know the history from my family and as I grew up I seen it for myself. My parents were together and happy until I was almost two years of age. I look back and see pictures of us as a family. I see alot of happiness in them. I don't completely understand what went wrong. But things did change. I stayed with my mom and my sister Adrianne. They tell me that visitations did take place every other weekend and I didn't like being away from my mom. My parents were divorced for almost two years. One day my dad dropped me off at the new apartment my mom and us had moved into. She was hanging pictures, when my dad offered to help. She accepted his help and they said they had a nice evening getting them hung. From what they tell me my dad asked if he could come back in a few days and help with anything else my mom might need. She took him up on it. As the story goes they started sort of dating again. Within four months they decided to give it a try again and try to make it work. My dad moved back in with us at the apartment my mom had just moved into.…
Chloe has made some excellent contributions to class discussions during the topics of drugs, alcohol and resiliency. Her research assignment on ecstasy demonstrated a clear understanding of the concepts being taught.…
After my mom and my dad separated, my mom received sole custody of my siblings and me, and she became aloof when it came to being present for the nurturing of my little sister and two years old brother and she also became reluctant to inform my older sister and me why there would be strangers in our home. In one case, my older sister and I waited for my mom to pick up from school for two intensive and weary hours,then our massive, green gas-guzzler car halted in front of us with boxes of our clothes overfilling the back of the car. My mom, who had my younger siblings with her in the car, told us that we would have to leave our apartment, because there was an emergency. I decided it would be easier to accept this and not question my mom, who I wholeheartedly trusted, so I started to play the role of the "good daughter" to make the situation more comfortable for my younger…
He stood up and pointed a gun at her. We quickly pulled out of the parking lot and my mom finally made the decision that she had enough of his abuse. She filed for divorce. After a lengthy restraining order and many nights hiding from him, the court date arrived. My mom and I entered the courthouse to finalize the documents. The elevator opened and I saw his face for the last time. My prayers had been answered! He left us alone from that day forward. We were finally free. Very soon after, my mom met my step father Jerry. He literally felt that my mom hung the moon. He treated me like I was his daughter. He was loving and kind to both of my siblings. He worked hard to earn my moms trust. She finally married him after several years. Things were…
With my mother now completely out of "the picture", I had to begin taking on entirely new responsibilities. Helping my brothers out with homework, getting them ready for school in the morning, and helping my dad with more housework, became new normalities for me. Before, I mainly let dad help them with their homework, I had let dad dressed them each morning and I focused getting myself ready, and I rarely did housework. With the court drama, and all the other stress that came along with the incident, I figured my dad didn't need added on stress, so I began taking on extra responsibilities.Truth changed because before my role was just being a daughter to my dad and a sister to my brothers, now I am a helping hand and a daughter to my father and a caretaker and a sister to my…
So yes, I am 16 years old, born on the hot day of June 8th. I am the first of three kids. My younger brother and sister, who are twins, were born four years later, after my mother became involved in another serious relationship. Brian. Yes, that was his name. Mr. Brian is what I called him. I thought he was one of the greatest people in the world. When he entered into my mother's life I saw her at one of the happiest points ever. He gave her everything she could ever want and soon, my mother quit her job at the local department store. He took care and supported all off us. I guess this is why my momma wouldn't believe it when I told her that he tried to molest me. She told me to shut my mouth and go to my room. Before that incident, I felt like I could tell could my mother anything. We had a very close relationship with one another but then this dwindled after…
This week’s discussions focus on 3 videos of divorce and how to heal from the traumatic experience of a divorce. Arizona State’s Dr. Sbarra has made of career of researching divorced couples and helping them come to terms with divorce. Dr. Sbarra talks about there’s a point in life where we have major transitions or turning points that impact our life, which he calls “What Now Moments?”. In the TED talk Dr. Sbarra mentions how journaling could help divorcees express emotions, but he mentions it could leave the person stuck in their thoughts making the situation worse. He listed journaling on the list of don’ts, journaling is a way to express our thoughts and feelings, but when your thoughts are sad or vengeful ones how are you supposed to heal? Journaling makes the divorcee…
From the ages of four to ten, I was neglected and abused by both my parents. My parents would leave me home by myself or with their friends who never watched me. I was allowed to roam around the neighborhood and do whatever I wanted and get into trouble. I would do the smallest things and get into trouble and my parents would beat me for nothing. I would be punished for things I would do by accident or didn’t know was wrong. I didn’t know the difference between right and wrong, and that caused me to get into trouble. My feelings towards my parents changed a lot because of how I was treated; I had mixed feelings about them and didn’t know whether or not I…
The birth of any child into a family is a joyous occasion. And yes, my entry into this world was a dream come true for my parents. As a baby, I have fond memories of being cradled by the gentle touch of my mother’s arms, always showered with love and affection. I vaguely remember sharing this relationship with my dad for he was seldom at home. But on those rare occasions, when we were together as a family, it was never the utopian dream I hoped for. What remains vivid in my memory are those numerous occasions, when he would come home from work and rant and rave at my mom for the most trivial reasons. She was the constant target for this verbal abuse and never did she show any signs of retaliation. My father was accorded the utmost respect by both of us and he took advantage of this as he knew that we were totally dependent on him as he was the sole breadwinner.…