Narrative Essay About Divorced Parents

My parents got divorced when I was four. They say it’s because they didn’t love each other anymore, They weren’t happy together anymore. I have been back and fourth between parents since I was five, having been seen as the girl who’s parents aren’t together anymore or the girl who has been back and fourth for her whole life isn’t much of what any young child wants to hear. I’m still known as this girl at the moment it may not seem like it but it is.

Once I got comfortable with the fact that my parents weren’t going to be together anymore, I started to feel better about it and not worry about what people say. I wasn’t comfortable with it at that age because like most young childern I got used to seeing them together everyday. Getting comfortable
I cried.

“I can’t promise anything but I’ll try as hard as I can”. promised my mother.

The day I found out that my mother and father weren’t going to be seeing me together and that she couldn’t promise me that I’d see my dad all the time was the biggest and most somber thing I have ever had to grasp in my life.

Then growing up without two parents was harder than it sounds. Accepting having to go to one parents house this day and then another parents house the next really one of the most time consuming fraction of my life. I didn’t apprehend that this time would be remarkably engrossing. Not have being able to know that it would be so very time consuming and tedious.

So then now in present day being without both of my loving and caring parents is still rocky sometimes it is definitely worth it in the long run. They were better off seperated than they were together. I don’t see my dad very often anymore infact it’s been over nine and half months since I’ve seen him. Not seeing him has been difficult but sometimes I think it’s for the batter that I don’t. All in all I’m getting used to the fact that I don’t have either of my parently figures in my