Charlotte Kingett
Ms. Gurian
11th grade Language Arts period 1
12 May 2011
It was four o’clock pm as my family and I were eating dinner to celebrate our new lives in Colorado. “Counseling is the best we can do; do you want to work this out or not?” “Of course I do Stan but not from counseling!” The screams exchanged from each of my parents across the table was not what I had in mind for our new and improved lives. It was seven years ago when my mum drove away from my dad at the restaurant. After sixteen years of my dad cheating on my mum and lying to her, I suppose she had enough of him. Both my parents put up a fight as my dad drove after my mum, my brothers and I back to our house, this separation was not going to be a peaceful exchange of words.
At the time, I was just nine years of age so I was not aware of what this was all about. The chaos that soon ensued at my house soon painted a too vivid description of what was happening; the suitcases thrown, the clothes torn and the blow for blow cussing soon encapsulated my house. My two older brothers and I sat in my room scared out of our wits, shivering from the bad vibe running through my house. Tears, screams and fighting were what our house was made out of that night. I was frightened, like a lost puppy trying to find his way home. The only thing that was comforting me was my brothers huddled at my side telling me over and over “It will be okay, everything will be fine”, unfortunately I couldn’t believe that could be true. Little did I know I was subconsciously teaching myself something new, something that I wouldn’t realize I had taught myself until I was a teen. Self-defense- that was what it was, I would not be treated how my mum was, I would be my own women, call the shots, “wear the pants” and be unafraid of any man. This self-defense mechanism would be a life changing lesson for me as I grow older, I would hold my ground and never let myself be walked over like dirt.
Ultimately my parents’ separation was a massive tragedy for my family, especially living in a new country and having nothing here but pain. For me the divorce carried a lesson that I would not exchange for anything. If I could change things and change the way that night played out, I don’t think I would. In the end the divorce was for the best of everyone and their happiness. It was a life-long lesson and something that will hold in my personality and heart forever. Without the self-defense I have accounted for through my parents’ divorce I would not be able to push through the hard times in my relationship, the fights with my family and friends and the troubles throughout school. In a way, I’m thankful for my parents’ divorce and the lesson it ended up giving me.
Ms. Gurian
11th grade Language Arts period 1
12 May 2011
It was four o’clock pm as my family and I were eating dinner to celebrate our new lives in Colorado. “Counseling is the best we can do; do you want to work this out or not?” “Of course I do Stan but not from counseling!” The screams exchanged from each of my parents across the table was not what I had in mind for our new and improved lives. It was seven years ago when my mum drove away from my dad at the restaurant. After sixteen years of my dad cheating on my mum and lying to her, I suppose she had enough of him. Both my parents put up a fight as my dad drove after my mum, my brothers and I back to our house, this separation was not going to be a peaceful exchange of words.
At the time, I was just nine years of age so I was not aware of what this was all about. The chaos that soon ensued at my house soon painted a too vivid description of what was happening; the suitcases thrown, the clothes torn and the blow for blow cussing soon encapsulated my house. My two older brothers and I sat in my room scared out of our wits, shivering from the bad vibe running through my house. Tears, screams and fighting were what our house was made out of that night. I was frightened, like a lost puppy trying to find his way home. The only thing that was comforting me was my brothers huddled at my side telling me over and over “It will be okay, everything will be fine”, unfortunately I couldn’t believe that could be true. Little did I know I was subconsciously teaching myself something new, something that I wouldn’t realize I had taught myself until I was a teen. Self-defense- that was what it was, I would not be treated how my mum was, I would be my own women, call the shots, “wear the pants” and be unafraid of any man. This self-defense mechanism would be a life changing lesson for me as I grow older, I would hold my ground and never let myself be walked over like dirt.
Ultimately my parents’ separation was a massive tragedy for my family, especially living in a new country and having nothing here but pain. For me the divorce carried a lesson that I would not exchange for anything. If I could change things and change the way that night played out, I don’t think I would. In the end the divorce was for the best of everyone and their happiness. It was a life-long lesson and something that will hold in my personality and heart forever. Without the self-defense I have accounted for through my parents’ divorce I would not be able to push through the hard times in my relationship, the fights with my family and friends and the troubles throughout school. In a way, I’m thankful for my parents’ divorce and the lesson it ended up giving me.
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