Personal Narrative: My Parent's Divorce

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For me, it was very hard having my parents divorce, but I think it helped me become the person I am today. Even though I know that it was better for my parents to no longer be together, it still hurt me. I am not very close with my mother and that is why I partially blame my parents divorce on her. Me not being close to her affects me everyday. As a result of my parents divorcing, it has caused me a lot of emotional trauma for the past four years.
My parents started their divorce process almost four years ago. My mother was strung out on prescription drugs to help her deal with her pain associated with her Klippel-Feil Syndrome while my father was, as I learned last year, growing marijuana in my backyard. While my mother was on all of …show more content…

There are so many new things happening and all types of pressure, thankfully that I never gave into, but if I had, I would not of had any guidance or someone to tell me that maybe that is not such a good idea. I still resent my parents a little for putting me through that situation. Another effect of my parents divorce is a lot of family drama. There were nights where my mother would come to my fathers house, because she was no longer living with us at this point, and she would try to make me leave with her because she no longer wanted me living with my father and his then girlfriend. She caused me to start having panic attacks and it is crazy to think that this is all because my parents divorced almost four years ago.
My parents’ divorce has affected me in such a way that I am honestly happy that it happened. It seems strange to think that, but I honestly feel as if their divorce has made me a better person. I have become more comfortable with who I am and the way I see things. I have never been a judgmental person, but I feel like their divorce has made me realize that you can not look at someone and assume that their lives are picture perfect, because on the surface everything may seem fine, but nobody knows what somebody’s life is like until they have spent a day in their

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