Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
A Split Between Two... Oh Wait
This one is for both parents and children who have experienced separation/divorce. See, I myself come from what some would call a "broken home". My parents split when I was young, I won’t go into detail about how it went down, but I will talk about the effects it has on a child and how it rolls into their adult life based of my own experiences. Sometimes there are signs these things are going to happen, parents constantly fighting, not many happy moments shared together towards the end and a lot of wondering where the other parent is. Children know and are more aware than you may think. They repeat the things they think are normal behavior, they hide the things they know they maybe should not have heard, it’s inevitable we can’t shelter kids from everything even though sometimes we think we are. So, I’m going to list the four things that stuck with me and I feel is the most important to remember within a newly separated home.
Dorothy breathed in the fresh air of the summer day and exhaled happily. Warmth radiated against her skin, causing her to shiver in pleasure as her varicolored eyes explored the scenery before her.
Although many people have grown up without their father playing a sole role in their life, does anyone really go in-depth about how they feel as a child growing up without their father?
Trouble with Divorce
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes divorces end really good. The child is happy and the now exes are happy. In most cases, that is not the story. It’s a rare occasion to have a perfect ending in divorce.
Keep It Together, Momma
Sitting here in front of this bright red carry-on bag half filled with the boys’ clothes, I can’t help but freeze. This colorful array of Captain America, Ninja Turtles, Minecraft, Batman, and just about any popular theme to the five-to-seven year old peer group has caught my stare. Tiny size six khaki shorts folded up nice and neat in my lap just can’t seem to find their way inside the suitcase. My arms can’t move. My body won’t respond. I can’t even manage to blink as I feel every ounce of my being want to shatter into a billion sharp pieces.
An Open Letter to the Man Who Destroyed My Family
To whomever it may concern, I don't know your name, what you look like, where you are from, or anything about you. And I don't care to. You ripped my family a part. You took the seams of my parents' marriage and helped my mom pull them out thread by thread. I don't blame you entirely, for it takes two to tango, but it takes an extremely low, greedy person to come between a married woman and her husband. Who knows? Maybe there were multiple of you. Like I said: I don't know, and I don't care to, whomever it may concern.
A Future of Forgiveness
I was reading a book today and something incredible happened: a line clicked for me that may just be a game changer. You see, I've been living life as if I do not need a boyfriend or husband, uninterested in the tradition that is marriage. A guesstimated seventy percent of that decision is because of brokenness that I still have from my parents' divorce. A divorce that happened long ago. A divorce that I thought I had moved on from and in light of recent events, realized that I was still dealing with. A divorce that deserves a different story than the one I am here to tell today.
A Mother's Cry for Help
Have you ever wondered to yourself as a parent if you are making the right choices for your child? Have you ever felt like all is currently lost and you find yourself searching for that solution called "Hope" in your darkness? I regret to inform you all that I am one of those people. I had second thoughts about even typing this article but I am doing so in hopes that someone else out there will realize they are not alone. I am a mother to a wonderful four-year-old daughter and she is my absolute world. I live every day for her because sadly, if not for her, I may have not even have been here to be telling this story. She was my salvation to change my life around when I was in very dire need for a miracle. So, in a way, she is my hero. Her being only four, she does not quite grasp the severity of the emotion I feel every day. However, even the greatest of people have their breaking points and I hate to admit that this is mine. Do not take me as some mental tragedy though. I am conflicted emotionally about even typing this because I see myself as a strong individual and everyone will say I am not one to just give up easily. I am always the one the keeps everyone in high spirits and tells them there is always another way. Ironic that now the savior of others needs saving from herself. Being a mom day in and day out is a difficult job in itself, and now I have to worry about not only my mental and emotional state but my child's as well. I do this to hopefully gain some peace for getting everything off my chest but to also seek some guidance. I would go to the moon and back for my child, she need only to ask.
Why Can’t We Be Friends?
Divorce is mean. There’s no way around it. Even in amicable separations (which I was not fortunate enough to have), it feels like failure. Either you failed them, or they failed you. And when everyone is preaching to move on, when they do it’s heart wrenching.
Chapter 1 Screaming. That is all Sam would hear through the night. At eight years old, Sam lies in bed listening to the slamming of beer cans on the hardwood floors and the crackling sound of the lighter as her mother, Melissa, lights another cigarette while sobbing in tears. I’m used to it by now, Nicole would think to herself. But the constant sound of breaking glass lies in her mind as she lays in bed, wondering if it will ever stop. Sam’s parents knew she had school in the morning, but her father, Larry, seemed not to care. The tone in his voice scared her so badly saying, “If you would put down those damn cigarettes Melissa, maybe our marriage would be worth saving!”
The Darkness of Divorce
Divorce. Where do I begin? I guess, as the cultural paradigm shifts, the action married couples take for divorce is a common phenomenon. It seems as though parents are getting divorced just as quickly as they are getting married. Parents are taking more action in trying to establish their own happiness—doesn’t matter their age.
Trees take years to grow up and be strong. Each year they form a new ring and grow leaves and branches. As the tree continues to grow, some branches break, some new ones form, and some are just always there. Trees are a lot like people. We slowly grow up to be strong, and we have people in our lives who come and go like the leaves and branches. Some people will stick around and be there for you, others will deceive and leave you, but you will also meet new people who you will grow new bonds with. When most people think of a family tree, they think about their parents, siblings, and other relatives. Family is very important, however, some of your family will not always be there for you.