This article will be telling my story as a child of divorced parents. Divorce is becoming more and more common, so it seems less destructive. It really is destructive though, and you know who it does the most damage to? The kids. When talking about divorce I often find myself lowering the severity of it when comparing my situation to that of a kid with a deceased parent. The reason being is I feel like a jerk if I say I hurt just as much, because in reality I don't. But yet divorce is sometimes just as destructive.
Let me start it off like this, my parents had been married for 12 years prior to me being born. When they split they had 16 years put in. So I was four when my mother decided to leave my father. Of the actual divorce all i remember is them fighting constantly, always very loud and my brother would take me to the basement to try and get away from it. They finalized the divorce and my mother won custody of me and my older brother. We moved to a different city about 30 miles away. I begin attending kindergarten in the new city as if nothing has really happened. One distinct memory I do have is that I would go out to eat with my father every Wednesday. I also remember when he would drop us of he began to get very sad.
Five years pass when my father remarries. I wasn't very happy about it but I got over it. Another two years pass and me, my mother, and my brother move to a different house within the city. I attend 5th grade at a different elementary school. During my elementary days I befriended another person who was in the same situation as me, his parents also were divorced at the same time as mine. We become best-friends and decide to go to the same school in the fifth grade.
Another six years pass, my mother gets remarried, now at this point I've truly accepted the life style. I didn't mind my parents being apart. In fact I didn't want them to get back together. When my mother gets remarried, my step-dad is pretty cool. No problems with him trying to step in and be my dad. Nothing like that. My brother on the other hand didn't take it very well. The reason being is that he really resents my mother for leaving and hurting my father like she did.That's when I begin to think how I really feel about the divorce. I can't believe it, I'm honestly upset and hurt that these events took place.
A time short after initially thinking about the divorce I was speaking to my girlfriend at the time about the ordeal. I begin to get very emotional and whale uncontrollably. When I start to get a hold of myself I lose it again. I cry, and cry, and cry. It seems as though for no reason at all. But I eventually realize that it has really left its mark on me. I'm afraid of commitment and afraid of marriage because if my parents couldn't make it work then how could I?
I know that me and my parents are different people with similar personalities but still. I'm still trying to get over the fear and face it. I'm not really sure what will help but I can only see, in time, what is in store for me. My parents getting divorced may not have been destructive in the sense that my whole world was almost ended or my future is in jeopardy. With that said it still has had a major impact on my life.
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