Personal Narrative: My Divorced Family

I come from a divorced family. I have hateful parents, not toward me, but towards each other. I can’t stand it, the way they look at each other, the way they talk or act towards each other, it just irks me. I go to my father’s apartment on the weekend. I don’t blame my mother for ditching my father, who could. He was a dirty old, good-for-nothing, scumbag. Since he has left us, he hasn’t even given my mother and I a second thought. The only reason I visit him is because my mother thinks that I need a father figure in my life. My mother isn’t all that good of a mother anyway. I know she tries to be a responsible adult, but she acts like an immature little twit. She is constantly going to nightclubs and every night she has a different male companion at our house. I feel sorry for my mother’s

Ever since they separated my life has been difficult and when they got divorced, my life got even harder. I have been to five different schools within two years. Every school that I went to, someone would always find out that my family has issues and that I don’t have the best life style. My so called friends would disown me and spread horrible rumors about me and my parents. They would tell everyone that my mother was a lady of pleasure and that was how she had lured my father. My “friends” also spread the word that I was just like my mother. My last school was the worst. I only had two friends because I didn’t want to let anyone else into my life. Everyone except those two girls. I didn’t want to let them in, but I was under my guard and they slipped through