The Divorce

My biggest struggle in life was when I had to go though my parents divorce. I knew my father was doing bad things, but I was his little girl, I never wanted to let him go. It was and still is the hardest thing growing up without him.

My parents met in high school, and got pregnant very young. They had my older sister when my mom was sixteen years old, and had me not too long after. My parents were twenty-three and nineteen years old with and already had 2 kids. They did everything they could to keep me and my sister happy. They lasted seven years and then my mom could not take it anymore. My father was doing bad things and my mom had to get my sister and me out of there. My father was into drinking, drugs, and other women. My mom knew all of this but stayed with my dad so my sister and I would have a father. After we moved to Las Vegas my mom thought my dad was going to turn his life around and take care of his family, but she was wrong. My father lost his job, started pawning nice things in our house, and didn’t pay any bills. It got to the point we didn’t even have hot water to bathe. But no matter what my mother took care of us. She would leave buckets of water outside so they could get warm in the sun, then she would give us baths. After that was when my mother said “I’ve had enough! I want a divorce!”

I was eight or nine when my parents got divorced. I did not really know what was going on until my mom, sister, and I moved in with my grandparents. My mom sat me down and told me I wouldn’t be seeing my daddy anymore. I was so upset; I got so mad at her and thought she was just taking him away from me. It wasn’t until high school I found out the real truth about my father. He never cared about my sister and I. Whenever we would invite him to an important event (like birthdays) he would always prove he was the same old dad. We would build “okay” relationships with him then he would blow it. Now we just don’t talk, I had to go to proms, sports, graduation, and college without him. But I know if my mom never made that decision I wouldn’t even be in college today.

I believe his was my biggest struggle in life. I was always daddy’s little girl, until I found out the real him. It was and still is hard growing up without him, but I was blessed with a wonderful mother and wonderful grandparents. I also have a wonderful father figure in my life who is my mom’s boyfriend. He really took place of my father since I was in the 7th or 8th grade. And that was when I realized this was a struggle. Yeah I still don’t have my real father in my life, but why waste happiness when I am surrounded but many others who support me.