Separation For A Lifetime Research Paper

Separation For A Lifetime

It was a December coal-black night, about 2 weeks away from Christmas. I was getting so excited for Christmas. I was 10 and my sister was 13. We were downstairs playing a board game and listening to Christmas songs on a CD. While we were downstairs we heard non stop yelling or something loud upstairs. From what it sounded like, it was our parents fighting, but we didn’t know for sure what it was. My sister and I walked upstairs and peaked through the part of the glass fireplace that you could see through. I saw my mom and dad in their bedroom far away from each other yelling and constantly saying “NO” and bickering back and forth about things we couldn’t even understand. We sat there for ten minutes watching my

Amy helped a lot by distracting us so we could take our minds off things and not have to worry about what was happening as much as we did before. We unloaded all the stuff we got like stockings, christmas lights, and ornaments. My parents talked to Amy and then she left. I walked into the garage and saw my dad sitting on the steps looking like he was sad, and my mom in the kitchen sitting down. My mom walked out into the garage to talk to my dad and heard them arguing again. They both came and told us that we had to pick if we wanted to go with mom or dad. I was stuck in the situation because I knew that they were both sad and wanted to be with us and I couldn’t leave one of them alone, but we had to choose one person over the other which was really hard. So, we chose to go with my mom to stay at my Grandma’s

My dad was sitting in the living room when we walked in and my mom said to both of us, “Sit down girls, dad and I have something we need to tell you about.” So, we sat down and waited for one of them to tell us what was going on. My dad started and said “Your mom and I are going through some rough times in our marriage and we don’t know if we can make it through it.” My sister started bawling and asked, “What do you mean you don’t know if you can make it through it?” My dad explained, “For a while, your mom and I have been fighting all the time and we don’t think that our relationship is going to work anymore, we are going to separate from each other and live in different houses.” I then asked “Does that mean you're getting a divorce?” My dad then said “Yes honey, we are.” The news took me by surprise. From that moment I cried, and thought that my life was going to be over forever. My happiness now died. I felt like I was going to be that one person in school who had divorced parents and couldn’t relate to other people's