As a fourth grader I couldnt fathom the thought of divorce I specifically

As a fourth grader i couldnt fathom the thought of

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remember being embarrassed to tell my friends. This wasn’t society's norms. “Where is your dad? He is never home anymore” said Erin. “Yeah, he’s been working a lot” I responded. I didn’t want my friends to look at me in a different way I assume. I had to go to my dad's every other weekend and the news eventually came out to my friends. I’m not going to lie, it was the talk of the school for a couple days but it eventually went away. As I said before, my hometown follows society's norms. This also applies when talking about social class. Where I am from, everyone is either middle or high class. Considering my parents went through a rough divorce, money began to get tight. There were times that we couldn’t pay our bills in order to get hot water or electricity. Some days we had to choose between the two. I remember one time when we didn’t have hot water. We had to boil water in pots on the stove and put them in the bath in order to bathe with something other than freezing cold water. My mother ended up getting a second job which means she spent less time at home. Although this isn’t what any of us
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wanted it is what she had to do in order to beat the Culture of Poverty ideology (Allen,2011). The Culture of Poverty Ideology is something that many people believe keeps people in poverty. It is an ideology that those in poverty do nothing to help themselves. It is saying that they are lazy and that it why they stay in poverty. My mother went against this. She refused to live this way and adapt to what was supposed to be our new life. My mom did anything she could to get us out of the financial state we were in and that is why she is one of the most important people in my life. Fighting hometowns normsAfter my parents got divorced my father fell off the deep end. He turned to alcohol more heavily and slowly began to fade away. Please, don’t get me wrong, my dad is an absolute great person. He is the one to give his last penny to someone in need. He just isn’t a good father. He has a disease and I have now came to terms with that but I hadn’t always been okay with it. I would always give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking oh, he’s just at work. He will call when he can. Days become weeks and eventually I was lucky enough to speak to him once a month. I remember the day that I specifically gave up. It was father's day and I did chores around the house for over a month so my mom would give me money for a gift. I bought him the nicest watch I could
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