This I believe
I believe that divorces are one of the worst things that can happen to a kid. Divorces are very life changing for a family. When I was five my friend Katie’s parents got a divorce. I thought it was so cool how one day her dad would pick her up and another her mom would pick her up from school. I didn’t understand why see hated it so much. Then about six months later my mom and dad called me into the living room. My mom had tears in her eyes and both their voices were soft and sad. I had no clue what was wrong. Then my dad said he was going to move away for a little while in another house. I didn’t say a word. I just ser there and looked around the room. My mom began to cry and I asked if we were going to be like Katie, and my mom smiled and said yes. So I was happy. He left my house that night. I didn’t see my dad for two or three weeks. Then one day when I cam home from school, his truck was in our driveway. I was so excited, because I thought he was back to stay. But that wasn’t why he was there. He and mom said they were getting a divorce. I was ok with this too. My dad got his own house and that Friday he came to get me for the weekend. Told me I would be spending every other weekend with him. I did not like this; I liked my home and began to miss my mom. I wanted to go home, to my house where my things were.
My parents began to hate each other for everything. My home was torn apart and I had no clue how everything had got so bad in such a short time. I stated to think it was all, because of me, something I did. I would cry myself to sleep thinking about what I had done and didn’t even know it. It all just seemed to hit and I didn’t know what to do. I Was confused, lonely, and sad. I grew to hate my father for leaving me and my mom that night. I hated how he treated my mom when they were married and hated him more then how he treated her with so much hate.
I hated what he said to her and all the names he called her. I had enough and finally one day blew up at him and screamed at the top of my lungs “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” It just got worse after that. So bad the judge demanded we have farther, daughter counseling. It didn’t seem to help much, but we had to go.
About three years after my parents divorced my dad remarried. I hated the way he would treat me when she was around. I also hated how he’s wife, not evening knowing my mother hated her and called her names. I blamed myself as well for this for letting it happen.
I now don’t talk so much blame for everything. I and my mom are like best friends. I and my dad still don’t see things the same way, but its life and I have to deal with it. Many more bad things have happened between my dad, his wife, and me. I have realized I will be ok and learn how to deal with the problems when they get here.
All in all I believe that divorces are horrible for kids to have to go through.