It is not that easy for a seven year old to be told that his parents don’t love each other anymore. Year after year it became easier for me to finally realize that my parents had no more feelings for one another. There were really bad times as well as good times. I believe that for all the negative events that happen in your life, there will be a positive outcome but you have to have patience. I will describe the different times as I went through during my parents’ divorce.
It was the summer of my second grade year when my brother, sister and I went to Wisconsin to visit my aunt Diane. It was an unexpected trip because neither of us had flown in a plane before. The trip was fun but it all turned around when we got back. We were picked up at the airport by out devastated mother, with her mascara running down her face from the tears. We were all asking questions. “Why are you crying mom”? My brother asked. “You guys just have to wait.” said my mom. We found out that when we were gone our parents got separated and my father moved out. I didn’t know what to do considering I was only seven years old. But my brother which was fifteen and my sister which was eleven were acting totally different than I was. I remember my brother, my sister, and I were all sitting on the couch while our now divorced parents were trying to explain. But as little as I was I wasn’t making it easy for them. I was yelling “Why?” “How could you guys? I thought you guys loved each other?” I remember almost throwing up because I was crying so much. My palms were slippery; the air conditioning went out so we were all sweaty. The one thing I remember doing was I would grab my father’s hand and my mothers and try to make them hold hands. But it wasn’t going to happen, so I finally gave up. But that didn’t stop me from asking a millions questions. I was just thinking to myself “What is going to happen from here”?
Years went by my father got married twice after my mom, and my mom only got married once more. The guy my mom was going to marry was obsessed with Elvis. It was ridiculous. He would wear the leather coat, try to dance like him, you know the “jiggy shake” and always sing his songs. I thought my mom picked out a loser. As I tried to let him in my life, but I was afraid that he would try to take my father’s place. But it was nothing like that. He was a really cool guy; he actually turned our backyard into a paintball course. After years went by, he and I eventually got close, kind of like a father and son. He would always ask if I wanted to hang out, and if I needed anything. Also during those couple years my two half sisters were born, Samantha, and Jasmine. These two little girls were always making people happy. If you were in a bad mood or even just mad at the world, all they would have to do was just look at you and smile. Their smiles were so bright and fulfilling they would light up the world at night. They would also motivate me to do good, and it also made it great to know that someone wanted to be like you when they grow up. At this point I didn’t know what I would do without them.
Sometimes you have to take a step back and view everything as if there is a purpose for it. By not looking at everything that happens in a negative way could affect how you look at life. Even though going through my parents’ divorce was extremely difficult, I find a purpose for them breaking up, and that was there were two little girls that need to share god’s gift of life, and happiness.
As you have read my point of view through my parents’ divorce you come to realize that it’s not all that easy for a seven year old to try to overcome the fact that his parents’ have no more love for one another. You should have also realized that when there are hard times, there will eventually be good times. That’s why I believe that for all the negative events that happen in your life, there will be a positive outcome but you have to have patience.
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