A Personal Essay about Divorce

            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 very 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 constantly fighting and arguing with each other throughout my life. "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. However, in a way, I was preparing myself for it. .

             One day, my parents called me into the family room to talk. When I arrived in the family room, my older sisters were already present, which surprised me. Instantly, I knew the topic of the conversation, even before my parents spoke. While I was sitting down, close to my father, my mother began speaking. She told my sisters and I that her and my dad could no longer live together. She explained that they have tried for a long time to make it work. My father said he would be moving out so my mother could keep her dream house. At that time, my heart began to beat rapidly. I thought I was prepared for what they had to say. .

             Eventually, months passed, and 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 eventually 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. .

             Being raised by divorced parents has made me a stronger person than I thought.

             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 through at the time.

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