My Parents Divorce Affected My Life

I was five when my parents threw in the towel. The towel that had been waiting to be used for many years. I had not really noticed it but they had been struggling to keep our small family of four together all that time. My parents’ divorce greatly affected my life, who I am, and still does at this present time.

Before I begin: all of my parents are wonderful and are the best at their jobs, whether biological or step-parents.

To explain why this divorce happened and how it affected me I should start at the beginning. While my father had just dropped out of college for other reasons, my mother was still in college when they met at the Pizza Hut he was managing in Shelby, North Carolina. Father had already had a son with another woman five months before I was born. Mother was 17 when she gave birth to me and my father was 21. After I was brought into this world my parents were pressured by my grandparents; especially my mom’s father who was a christian pastor and felt embarrassed by this whole event; to marry each other. They were married in

My mom had remarried to a Cuban and had a daughter with him. She then got a divorce because he cheated on her and she had one more son who is half Mexican. I imagine this played a role in how I see people; I do not take into consideration the race of someone when making a judgement upon them and also making me open minded. If my parents never divorced that may have been different. My mother has divorced thrice and is now married to a veteran who has two children I haven’t met yet. Both my parents say the other has cheated on them. My father claims he has cheated but never while married and my mother says she has never cheated. They used to and occasionally still do tell me statements about one another and the accused will mostly say they are false. I can not determine truth from