Inside the mind of a victim (standard:other, 645 words)
Author: Jonny	Added: Apr 02 2003	Views/Reads: 2924/2055	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There are thousands, probably millions of young people today who are stuggling with their parents divorce. this is just an inside look of what "some" may go through. although i did write this, it is not my "personal" experience.

I am a victim of circumstance.  There are things in my life that no 

matter 

what i do, it will haunt me for the rest of my life.  You can say that 

I'm scarred for life, without my approval, without my consent— 

without warning or clue; my life was changed in the matter of months. 

Most people who know me would tell you that I didn't come from a 

class 

"A" family, but we always got by.  The things that we as a family would 

just be so fun...it was just the usual “family” stuff...but to me, it 

I loved every moment.  So many memories; the times my parents took us 

kids to the zoo, picnics by the lake, long road trips cross country— 

even back yard barbecue's...it didn't matter what we did, as long as 

we were together, it didn't make a difference. 

But then I grew up...and for me my life would never be the same.  It 

wasn't a total, complete change, but it was gradual.  Where was my 

dad?  He's away on business, he went to a meeting and won't be back 

for a few days...nothing unusual right?  Wrong, it turned out that MY 

Own father was having an affair with another woman.  The next few 

months were a nightmare; I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat.  I was 

helpless...what could I do? 

If I was just dealing with my father being unfaithful I think I would 

be ok.  But no, it didn't stop there.  I was looked down on.  For you 

see, from where I come from it just isn't “normal” to have parents 

who were divorced.  To everyone around me, they saw me as “his child” 

it didn't matter that I had nothing to do about it or with it.  It 

didn't matter...I was marked—and to be totally honest, it might have 

been better if i never knew my father. 

I can't live a normal life.  I can't do the things that most girls 

do.  I am judged by whose child I am, not who I am.  Before 

people know me, they judge me...why? Because I am “his child” it seems 

like the only question people ask is “who is your father?”  As soon 

as his name is mentioned, they turn their back towards me.  And what 

did I do? 

I can't control my life.  I can't control my circumstances.  It 

wasn't my fault that I was born to a father who would later have an 

affair.  It's not my fault!  Why do you look down on me because of my 

father?  What did I do to deserve all these evil feelings. 

I look into the mirror and who do I se?  I see a nice person.  I see a 


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