Brianna Danley
Dr. Taylor
01-31-11
Narrative Essay
My Parents Divorce
My mother is a single mom raising two kids: my sister and I. Usually, people think of a deadbeat mom and low-life, rebellious kids. However, in my mother’s case, I see an independent woman who is confident in her kids and in her job. My mother is not the kind of woman you would see in the newspaper for killing, desperate for money or love, or too depressed from a divorce to care for us.
Living in my house as a young girl was rough. The holidays were the worst ever. My parents fought about everything, from the turkey on Thanksgiving to the Christmas tree. It was rare that a week or two would go by without a fight breaking out. The day my parents got divorced was probably one of the best days in my mother’s life. I believe she mainly did it to make my sister’s life and mine easier. Now we would no longer have to hear screaming and yelling at three AM about the house not being clean. My mother was a happier person when she was not fighting with my father. Best of all, the house was a whole lot quieter.
I am sure my mother had put a lot of thought into divorcing my father before she actually done it. What I cannot wrap my head around is why she did not do it when all hell broke loose or when all the fighting had started? Even as a child I knew things would be worse off they had stayed together. My mother and father were wrong for each other. She was all about organization and being on time and my father was careless and messy.
As far as I can say, my sister and I turned out pretty well growing up without a father. Some of my childhood years were hard, but the rest of those times were fantastic. My sister and I got along very well. While my mother was at work, I would take care of my sister until she got home around five. I am now a sophomore at Southern Arkansas University, studying to be a registered nurse. My younger sister is in her senior year of high school and will be leaving...