Personal Narrative: A House Divided

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A house divided is not what someone would wish for as a child. As a little kid, I grew up in what I thought was a great christian household. I went to a christian school, I went to a church, and I had christian parents. Of course, as child, I never really understood the real message of God, but I said I did just because it seemed like everyone else understood it. This soon came back to haunt me in my later years as a child. Up until middle school, I enjoyed everything about life, I had a great family, I said I knew God, and I had great friends to take care of me. My perfect life just couldn’t get anymore perfect. Soon after I had thought this, my mom had come up to my brother and I to talk to us in the living room. I was only 10 when my mom broke the news to us that our dad was an alcoholic and that …show more content…

My mom and my brother were both crying and I was sitting there thinking to myself about what could happen to my father. That night, my mom and my dad got in a huge fight when I was trying to sleep. I remember laying in my bed and listening to my parents fight and I was just crying out to God for some help. I never saw an answer to my prayer because my dad got kicked out of the house for a week for drinking again. At that time, I told God that I didn’t need him anymore to try to fix my problems. I soon realized later that God didn’t like me saying that. As we went on a family vacation to Puerto Rico, things were finally getting better and my dad got to go with us. I was then definitely telling myself how well I’m doing without God’s help. Puerto Rico was absolutely beautiful, my family and I enjoyed every moment of the trip up until it was dinner time and we were going out to eat and my dad stayed back at the condo because he was apparently too tired to go eat with his wife and kids. My mom, my brother, and myself all went to go eat at Wendy’s without my

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