When My Parents Divorced

I was right in front of the fight that ended their marriage. It was a long time coming. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching SpongeBob I believe. My parents were standing in front of me, my mom on my left and my father on my right. I’m not sure what sparked the argument, but it went on and on and it escalated.

My father threatened my mother, so my mother threatened to call the cops. After some more arguing, my mother got ahold of the phone and made the call. An officer showed up at our house and took my father to jail for the night. The next day my father, his mother and his brother came to our house, grabbed my father’s stuff and he moved out. He moved in with his mother and lived there for quite a while.

I was about seven maybe eight and my brother was around four or five. The judge granted shared parenting. We lived with our mother and stayed with our father every other weekend. Then the judge granted my father more visitation time, so we would be at my fathers’ every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday until 7:30 p.m. as well as stayingย every other weekend and every other week in the summer.

Since my father did not get home until 4:30 ish and sometimes worked over, we went to our grandparents’ (my father’s parents) after school. My grandmother made dinner for us every time we were there, and you know grandmas, they never let you go hungry… She has a pool, a big yard, fourwheelers, a basketball hoop, we put our pool table there, game system and board games, my brother and I were hooked up.

I spent more time at my grandparent’s than at my father’s. I mean my father was never around anyway. A year ish after the divorce, my father’s father passed away. That was so hard and it changed everything. My grandpa, a.k.a Papal, didn’t put up with my father’s “behaviors”, but after he passed away, my father was a free man as he saw it.

The divorce process was long and ugly. It’s been about ten years I’m guessing since the divorce… my father doesn’t come around no more. But that’s okay because my mother, brother and I are doing just fine. As a kid you don’t fully understand what’s going on. The divorce was tough, but I never showed it. Life went on and it wasn’t the end of the world.

p.s. There is this song by RaeLynn that I am in love with… it’s about how she felt when her parents divorced. Grab your tissues because here it is on YouTube and iTunes.

p.p.s. Let me know in the comments if you’d like to see more posts about how I managed my parents divorce and how you can help your child or children or yourself get through it.


  1. Farwa

    March 16, 2017 at 4:18 pm

    For a child, I’d say you coped pretty well. All the best for you and your family. Stay strong and awesome ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Cierra

      March 16, 2017 at 5:06 pm

      Thank you so much! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Jennifer Gaienr

    March 16, 2017 at 5:01 pm

    Interesting perspective seeing it from your point of view. I am not a child of divorce, my husband is, and I know so many people that have gone through this. You can really help a lot of people with this information. Good Luck!!!

    1. Cierra

      March 16, 2017 at 5:06 pm

      Thank you!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Indrani

    March 16, 2017 at 5:16 pm

    That must have been pretty tough at that tender age. I wish parents would be more sensible.
    As a parent I take care not make such scenes in front of kids.

  4. becca

    March 16, 2017 at 6:07 pm

    So brave of you to speak out. Divorce is hard. But what I’ve learned about hard situations is they shape you into who you are and if you learn from them then you emerge a stronger person. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Great post!

    1. Cierra

      March 16, 2017 at 7:53 pm

      Thank you! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Tee

    March 16, 2017 at 7:44 pm

    Thanks so much for sharing this. I read it as I know a number of people who either went through a divorce themselves or saw their parents divorce. It’s never easy for the kids and it’s very sad. This post can help lots of people.

  6. Danielle

    March 16, 2017 at 9:54 pm

    I was just thinking about when my parents got divorced the other night. It was tough. Not having them both there. But it was better than hearing them argue. Thank you for sharing your story!

  7. Malinda

    March 17, 2017 at 3:36 am

    My husband went through the divorce of his parents at about the same age. The scars are still there and his dad is now 81. Thanks for sharing.

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