Nick Weibel
English : A
10/24/08
College Essay
It was the first time I had ever been put in a very scary situation, a couple days after my seventh birthday. My parents had been yelling at each other for a long time. I’m sure people down the street shared thought of domestic violence but it never reached a dangerous level. This was the turning point in my life. I had grown up holding both my parents with the deepest respect. But what was about to happen made me think very differently of every thing around me. It was a couple of hours after thy stopped yelling my dad came into the kitchen, his eyes were soaked, and blood shot from the dispute earlier. He took me out to the front porch out side our slider door where my Alaskan malamute usually slept. He took me close, hugged me, than placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that him and my mother were going to be separated. I couldn’t have been any more anxious than I was. Wanting to know what he was about to say and the fear I had of what he was about to say drove me to tears.
“I’m sorry to hurt you son. This isn’t about you two at all. Me and your mother have lost the love we had for each other in the beginning.”
“Who are we going to live with?” What are we going to do?” I said to him while I had tears running down my cheek. Then of course he goes to his room packs up some things and drives off leaving me and my mother.
This above all things affected my life the most. Before that I day I didn’t know that married couples could get divorced. It was a grim reality dropped on my head. I didn’t know what to do with it. I wanted to be with my father, but the law made me live and move with my mother and sister. The worst part about it was losing my friends that I made in elementary school. My mom eventually moved to New Haven Connecticut, an hour away from where we had first lived. My mom had been given a job at Yale University, this is why I do not blame her at all for moving us away from our father because she only wanted to take care of us.
Moving to Connecticut wasn’t all bad I met a lot of new people that eventually became good friends that I still have even though I moved back to Mass. While I lived in Connecticut I wasn’t isolated from my father at all. I was able to see my dad every other weekend which if that didn’t happen I would probably go crazy and move out of my moms house at a younger age.
These are the things that affected my life the most, for good, and for bad.
