Divorce; the word makes many children shudder when they are young, and many children know the meaning all too well. I, unfortunately, am no exception. I experienced it when I was ten years old. As it is obvious, it is a different experience having to live through it while being so young.
I remember that the thought of my parents getting a divorce was always in the back of my mind. They were always fighting and arguing with each other throughout my childhood. "Who would I go with? What would I say?" These were only a few of my thoughts on occasion while drifting off to sleep. I only justified them as being my own imagination, exploring all the possibilities of my life. But , in a way, I was preparing myself for it.
After receiving support from my family, I came to conclude that this was the best thing for my parents. I would still, somewhat, feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. My father told me that I could see him whenever I wanted to and I could sleep at his new
place anytime.
I was. Thankfully, life was becoming easier as I grew up. I was able to forgive my parents because I had a better understanding of what they were going thr...
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I wondered to myself, Why are Mommy and Daddy mean to each other now? Is it something I did? Nothing had even happened yet, and I had already begun to blame myself because even though the arguments were between my parents, I took the tension in the household as resentment towards me. The fighting continued and I just felt worse and more miserable as the year went on. My mother had eventually had enough, and filed for a divorce. I knew even at such a young age that she was tired, and heartbroken. I grew into someone who strives to be independent and do the best she possibly can in everything she