My Family As A Catholic Family

People generally form their own generalization of Catholic families. When I was growing up I believed that my family was a respectable example of what a strict Catholic family should be. Sadly, when reached age ten, I realized my family was no different than any other family. My grandparents still strictly followed the Catholic beliefs, but my parents veered of the straight path and for a lack of better words-lost it.
My parents, who always did the right thing and always found their seat in mass on Sundays, had completely lost their way. My parents had nice cars, good-paying jobs, and we had a beautiful house; I never imagined we would lose within seconds. Drugs ruined my life. My life went in a downwards spiral faster than I could even realize

By this time, she had settled down with my now stepdad, J, and he was everything a father should be. He treated me like his own. My mother was a few months pregnant with my little brother when I moved in. I thought everything was perfect, but that definitely was not true. My mom and I argued every day. She was not doing illegal drugs, instead she was going to the doctor’s office and getting them prescribed to her. She was taking so many pills that had horrible reactions with each other. She took all of her anger out on me; everything I did was wrong. She would scream at the top of her lungs in my face, and I would feel her spit hitting my face. I just cried. It was all I could do. Every time we got into an argument, I would call my grandma crying. I would spend a week at my grandma’s house then go back and try it again. Sadly, it never worked in my favor. I know families do not always get along, but the way she acted towards me was terrible. I always wondered why she never yelled at my brother. He was so lucky; I was glad he did not have to go through what I did, and I hoped he never would have to. Well, our fights got worse. At the age of seventeen, I finally rebelled. I begged her to sign emancipation papers. I was determined I could handle life on my own. The day I asked her to sign the papers she grabbed me by my hair and then began to choke me. I grabbed her arms and pushed them away from my neck. She started punching me so violently and I hit her back; I did not know what else to do. I left her house that day and never went back. I was able to handle life on my own, with a little help from my grandparents. Today, I have my own house, car, an amazing job, and support from my grandparents. I believe I am a good example of a good catholic member, and I do not plan on following my parent’s footsteps. I am grateful my grandparents showed me the right way to behave and helped me get