Oil and Water
short story, biography, non-fiction
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This is part of a memoir I am trying to write about my early child hood when my parents were getting divorced. It's unfinished, and doesn't really have an ending, but I wanted to get some feed back on it before I continue.
Second version: Forgot to update this, this version just contained minor changes.
Third version: Heavy updates as per suggestion of those who critiqued (thanks for that), a few things added, some grammar changes. No current ending, thinking of making this as just a stand alone project, a sort of introduction to my parents divorce.
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My mom was the water she used to cook ramen
noodles and boxed macaroni in, quick to boil over and never getting
it al dente. My dad was the oil in the car he could never get
up and running. They both existed in the same container, and
just like oil and water they never mixed. Even if you shook
the container they would never join. He would be the tiny
oily bubbles interlaced and resisting the water surrounding
him.
That’s why it felt so natural when they
divorced. They were finally separated into their own little
containers, my mom left in the house I would grow up in, and my dad
into a series of small apartments in the city.
I only cried once when the separation was
happening. It was the confusion of the situation that I
couldn’t understand. I didn’t know that my dad wasn’t leaving
forever, I only knew that he was leaving. Once everything
settled, it was like nothing had happened. It was like a
storm warning on a perfectly sunny day.
I was five at the time of their divorce, and I
know I was five because I was in kindergarten and my school had a
program for kids with divorced parents. Every kid whose
parents were going through a divorce or whose parents were divorced
already met during lunch in a small room that branched off from a
corner in the cafeteria. We were supposed to talk about our
feelings and how the divorce was affecting us. They shut the
door to give us privacy, but it always felt like they were
quarantining us from the other kids. I could imagine hearing
them whisper to each other in a panicked voice “Quick, before they
spread this idea to the other parents,” like them divorcing had
left large black pustules on our skin, ready to burst and release
its ugliness and infecting everyone around us.
The teacher who ran the program was named Mrs.
Drake. She was a large woman, and I remember her wearing a
lot of red shirts. The shirts made her like look an apple
with a human head as a stem. Her face was leathery like a
trolls, and she had a large beak like nose that was hooked at the
end. And although I paint an ugly picture of her, she really
was the nicest elementary teacher I ever had.
During the meetings with Mrs. Drake, I didn’t
say anything unless directly asked a question. When I was
forced to, I made something up that sounded good and emotional,
what I thought other kids were going through. I didn’t care
about sharing anything because I didn’t feel like anything was
wrong. The only reason I went there was because they gave you
free ice cream for showing up.
Because of the free ice cream we were titled the
Ice Cream Social Club, an unusually cheery name with no relevance
to anything beyond the treat they gave us. That treat was the
bait on the lure, trying to trick kids into sharing their
problems. I imagined some kids who came didn’t even have
divorced parents.
When at these Ice Cream Social Club meetings,
everyone seemed like they were dealing with a different problem
then me. I felt like maybe my parents weren’t divorcing at
all, because I was the only one handling it well. Maybe my
parents were going through something different, and divorce really
was this terribly, monstrous thing.
Or maybe there was something wrong with me, a
thought that recurred every time I came to a meeting or even just
sat around in a classroom, watching the other kids, some with
divorced parents and others whose parents were still
together. Even within the ostracized community of the “Kids
of Divorce,” even I was an outsider.
Once my dad was out of the house, an event that
only took a day, my parents came to a quick agreement about custody
rights, as if they had been carefully planning the separation for
months. My sisters and I were going to live with my mom, and
our dad would take us every other weekend. He would stop by
Friday to pick us up, and would drop us off on Sunday.
For the first few years my dad would stop off at
McDonalds or some other
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Discussion
“They both co-existed within the same container, but just like
oil and water they were never quite together.”
- just like oil and water they never really mixed. The
wording works better for the extended metaphor you are going
for. The old saying is that oil and water don’t mix…
“quite together” just doesn’t seal the deal.
New paragraph after the oil and water bit.
“a clear visual of where she was and where he was,”
I don’t know if it works exactly into the image you are trying to
paint. But I think it is more powerful if you don’t
have the repetition of “she was” and “he was.” Maybe
try “where she was and he wasn’t” adds an off beat poetic sadness
that I think might contribute to your story.
Comma after “why” in the sentence “I guess that’s why when they
finally divorced it felt so completely naturally. “
Period after containers in the sentence “They were each put into
their own little containers…” It can stand by itself and so
can the sentence following it.
Put an “and” between the comma after the word “in” in the sentence:
“I would grow up in, my dad into a series.”
In the second paragraph I’d change “was first happening” to
“first happened” it flows better and fit’s the tense better.
You are giving background information using past tense is totally
appropriate.
Remove the “first” in “I was first learning” you don’t need
it. You were learning. We know the divorce is a new
development so the fact that you are learning it for the first time
is understood.
Change the word “can” in the 1st sentence of the second paragraph
to “could.”
Second sentence second paragraph remove the “but” you don’t need
it.
I’d reconsider “everything fell into order” you have the great oil
and water metaphore, this may be a good chance to reinsert it
in a way. Ex. “all the parts seemed to fit.”
Comma after the word “divorce” in the second sentence of the third
paragraph.
4th sentence of the third paragraph instead of “they’d even
shut…” make it more succinct “they shut…” don’t use 5
words when two will do. There is plenty of time for
description. It’s easy to get sucked into writing a story the
way you would tell it to a friend. But remember how often we
get side tracked when we tell our friends stories. Here you
need to communicate the idea quickly. Especially since you
are still giving background info. Your topic has promise let
that carry you, you obviously have experience with this so let the
experience live and don’t worry about how it comes out. Paint
the picture and touch it up later so to speak.
In the last sentence of the third paragraph I would ask you to keep
in mind the age of the kids. Coming from a divorced family at
a young age myself I can say for a fact I never heard “Quick,
before they spread this idea to the other parents.” You
are in 5th grade, what 5th grader says that? And if it is an
adult you are hearing, then what adult would be caught dead saying
something like that in a school within ear shot of the divorced
kids? You know what I mean. Think of what kids would
really say if you are going to drop a quotation. <I may be
totally off, maybe kids said that outside the door when you were in
kindergarten>
I do like the imagery that ends the third paragraph, because being
divorced did feel somewhat like a scarlet letter at times.
Second sentence 4th paragraph, “they made her look…” too many words
again. “She looked…” boom, done. The image is
great, especially since you are in a school, the whole red apple
thing works. I really like it, I’m just saying hit them with
it don’t lead them into it. (the audience that is)
I love the ugly teacher who is sweet as pie. It is almost
reinforcing an idea that you have been hinting at. You can’t
judge divorce by it’s cover. It seems like it is all well
interlaced.
5th paragraph 1st sentence… instead of saying “these
meetings” be specific, ex. “during the meetings
with Mrs. Drake…”
Remove the And beginning the second sentence in the 5th
paragraph. And add “forced to” after “I was,”
Love the free ice cream part… so true.
The last sentence about imaging a kid who doesn’t have divorced
parents has potential. I know what you are trying to say, but
someone who doesn’t have divorced parents would be lost. I’d
either reword it to make your thought more clear or cut the line
all together.
Comma after “unusually” in the first sentence 6th paragraph.
Remove “the whole thing” in the last sentence of the 6th paragraph
it’s too much. “the only thing I knew or cared about was that
it saved me 50 cents…” that’s all you need to get your point
across.
7th paragraph, put the “giving the impression…” part in
parenthesis, because it’s an after thought that you are more
thinking than conveying directly.
1st sentence 8th paragraph “me and my sisters” should be “my
sisters and I”
Then make a new sentence for switching every weekend. Again,
I know what you mean, but people who didn’t grow up with divorced
parents who have custody arrangements won’t get that. You
need to explain that. Ex. “My mom and Dad alternated
that arrangement every other week” - something like that.
I like the sentence about enjoying your time by yourself when with
your Dad it adds a really good dimension to the whole divorce
thing. It shows that even in a shitty situation there is
something positive you can find.
“He felt like an intruder in his own home,” technically you don’t
know how he felt. So it might help to introduce that sentence
with “I’m sure” like “I’m sure he felt…”
Second to last paragraph, instead of talking about the wonders of
not having a real parent around as a “kid’s dream” try “a dream
come true.” and end the sentence there and start a new one
with “Being able to stay up far into the night was a definite perk”
- something like that.
I’d either cut the last sentence in the second to last paragraph or
rephrase is… something like “My Dad never made it home before
12; which was a time, that as a kid, I could only dream of staying
up until.”
Third sentence in the last paragraph, reconsider the word
“misgivings”
4th sentence, I would make the sentence more about how he wanted a
life that didn’t involve kids. You hint at it but don’t
really nail it down.
Over all I think you have a lot of possibility here… I look
forward to see another draft.
In the last sentence of the third paragraph I would ask you to keep in mind the age of the kids. Coming from a divorced family at a young age myself I can say for a fact I never heard “Quick, before they spread this idea to the other parents.”...
That comment wasn't actually meant to have been said by an real person, I meant it as a joking matter, but I'll look into changing that if there is any confusion or lack of realism in it-it wasn't meant to be real, but I guess I didn't make that clear.
Thanks for all of the suggestions. I do have a tendency with my writing to over say things or add words that aren't needed, so it's helpful when those things are pointed out to me. I'll edit it and expand on this piece later when I get back from my school in a few days. Busy, busy, I'm sure you know the drill.
Hi. I like this a lot, but I think you need to read it aloud to yourself. If you do that - imagine you were giving it as a speech - you will spot the errors that make this difficult to read.
In addition, I notice that you keep putting in a lot of extra words that aren't needed. Tidy it up a lot, make it more concise.
For example:
When the separation was first happening and I was first learning about it I can only remember one instance where I cried about it.
This sentence hardly trips off the tongue. Perhaps it should be something more like this:
I only cried once when I learned about the separation.
or
When I first heard about the separation, I only cried once.
This applies to many other areas of your writing. One of the best bits I thought was the description of your teacher - it is really vivid and great, but you could definitely improve it by sharpening up your phrasing.
The woman who ran the program was named Mrs. Drake. She was large and wore a lot of red shirts, a color easily burned into my memory. They made her look like a large apple with a human head as a stem. She also had a witch’s wart on her nose, which was sharp and beak like. Her face looked like a leathery troll. However, in sharp contrast to her ugly exterior, she was the kindest elementary teacher I had.
Perhaps something like
The program was run by a large woman named Mrs. Drake. She tended to wear red shirts, a color easily burned into my memory as they made her look like a large apple with a human head as a stem. Her face was leathery like a troll, and she had a witch’s wart on her nose, which was sharp and beak like. However, in sharp contrast to her ugly exterior, she was the kindest elementary teacher I had.
Hi. I like this a lot, but I think you need to read it aloud to yourself. If you do that - imagine you were giving it as a speech - you will spot the errors that make this difficult to read.
Thats a really helpful suggestion, thanks.
In addition, I notice that you keep putting in a lot of extra words that aren't needed. Tidy it up a lot, make it more concise.
Yeah, that's one of my huge weaknesses in writing and I'm trying to work on it. I hate it myself personally, and actually prefer reading simplistic style writing, so I think I write to much like how I talk, which is to ramble and etc. I'll definitely be cleaning this up when I find the time.
This is a great piece Jase. I think that it captured some great emotions, and it had great moments of metaphore. There were several sections throughout the piece that stuck out to me because of their wonderful wording and description. I really like your opening line. It was a keen and unique way of describing who your mother was by using some of the things she did, or her actions. Because people are so often defined by their actions, I thought that this was a very successful way of introducing her to the piece. The play on words is also nice; as a reader it was easy to make the connection between oil and water not mixing, and the personality of your parents as they were described in terms of oil and water. Overall, your introduction was very effective.
At times throughtout the course of the piece, I felt as though the writing felt a little bit forced. That is to say, it seemed as though you were trying to get in so many details and so much information that you lost some of the literization and it felt like more of an essay. I have often heard that writing is more effective when you show your reader what is happening rather than telling them. As such, I would have liked to see a little bit more characterization and scene set-up throughout the piece. For example, when you are talking about Mrs. Drake, I think that you had some great discriptions about her general appearance, but then you just say that she was hte best teacher you had ever had. What exeriences did you have with her that made her your best teacher? What was she really good at? Show me why she was a good teacher, rather than telling me that she was a good teacher. Does that make sense? As a reader, I really think that looking at each sentence and analyzing whether or not there is a better way to show your reader what you want them to know about the situation or person and then doing some rewrites on the sentence level.
Hope these suggestions are helpful for you in your revision process.
Thanks for the suggestions. I know what you mean by "showing and not telling." My writing teacher while I was going to community college told the class that, and that is another one of my (many) bad writing habits. Next draft I'll expand on things more, and turn this into a longer piece. And if I can ever think of an ending to this thing or a way of continuing it...all the better, I suppose.
I like the images in the opening paragraph but I keep getting hung up on the flow. The images and words can be better utilized if you clean those sentences up, tightening them, loosing the extra words. You are talking about a deeply personal time of your life yet you seem withdrawn from it. You need to share more of your feelings or were your feelings, as in your parents', detached from the process. You have the bones of a good story, you just need to make it more immediate and check your grammatical errors. Thank you for sharing it.
You could describe the difference's in living at your mother's and living at your dad's . . .bring more color to the piece.
You could benefit from enhanced descriptions. They would capture the reader's attention and keep it there.
If you had used dialog to flesh out the different characters, your mom and dad, you, your sisters, and Mrs. Drake if might have enhanced the piece.
The comma needs to be removed in the middle of the sentence below.
my mom left in the house I would grow up in, and my dad into a series of small apartments in the city.
In looking at the sentence again, it seems it would be more appropriate if you put a semi-colon or a colon before my mom.
You need a comma between water and they in the sentence below.
container, and just like oil and water they never mixed.
The sentence below might work better as two sentences. A semi-colon needs to be inserted there.
I didn’t know that my dad wasn’t leaving forever, I only knew that he was leaving.
If I were writing this, I would write "their divorces" instead of them divorcing below
like them divorcing had
The following sentence is a run-on. What you are saying there is a little lost as a result.
I could imagine hearing them whisper to each other in a panicked voice “Quick, before they spread this idea to the other parents,” like them divorcing had left large black pustules on our skin, ready to burst and release its ugliness and infecting everyone around us.
Also, hearing them whisper to each other in a panicked voice, should be hearing them whisper to each other in panicked voices.
In the following
leathery like a trolls
trolls should be troll's.
In
different problem then me.
then should be than. Below, I am pretty sure you do not need a comma in the segment below.
this terribly, monstrous thing.
You do not need the second even below.
Even within the ostracized community of the “Kids of Divorce,” even I was an outsider.
Below, dads should be dad's.
Then when she stopped going over to my dads, the entire ritual died.
The following is a fragment.
Not to mention I didn’t have a bed time.
While reading the piece, I did not feel drawn in to the characters. Your reading kept me at a distance. Characterizations and dialog would turn that around. Describe your Dad's apartment. Was it kid-friendly? Did you feel like your dad made no place for you there as he made little space for you in his life? Was it "lived-in" or did it feel as empty as your relationship to your father was? What was your sister doing when she was there? Did you have friends there or where you equally detached from your dad and his life?
Life experience stories can bring such intimacy to the reader. Showing rather than telling would make a difference. I have difficulty with it myself but I always like a piece better when I feel a part of the story. Thank you for sharing a deeply personal and trying part of your past.



Wow! I realy liked your memoir. It was very relatable to me. My parents got divorced before I could remember them being married, but I do remember spending two summers with my dad. He would go to work and come back around four or five, then he would sleep and use the television as a baby sitter for me and my older sister.
I see him rarely now. Just when we go to religious seminars. When I do see him, he gives me money. I guess he thinks that makes up for never calling or being there. The last time I saw him was when I was eleven. I'm almost fifteen now.
I read your profile, and if you were to write a series of memoirs about your parents' relationship, I would definatly read them.
Keep up the goodwork,
Alexis