Personal Narrative: Divorce

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Divorce I’m getting in the car to go to my dad’s house, in Big Lake. When I first found out about it I couldn't breathe. Sometimes whenever I think about it I still can't breathe. My parents got a divorce. When I was nine years old my parents got a divorce. I was super sad and depressed when it happened. My dad moved out to an apartment in Sartell. I didn't know why they separated, so I asked my mom. She said that they just didn't spend time together anymore. During that time I felt confused, sad, angry, and unhappy. My parents decided to do every other weekends with us. My dad moved to Big Lake because of his job. Both of my parents started dating other people l don't get to see my dad as often as I would like. I like both

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