People dont change; we just learn more about who they want to be. I was 11; It was the ending of fall, beginning of winter. My brother was five was at the time and we lived here in small town Cresco. We lived a normal family life. My mom worked at Donaldsons at night and my dad was working at McNeilious. I took care of my brother alot, had to watch, play, and be with him alot. We grew close when we were young. My dad would get home at 5:30 every night and we would have supper. Things were good. Although at night I would hear my parents fight about money, that all my mom cared about. She didnt care for anything else. It came to November 2nd, 2011 my moms birthday. I was making pancakes for her and she was in the shower and getting ready for …show more content…
People change. Brad has always been sorta an achoholic but he began to get worse. His kids had gotten too used to my brother and I and started treating us badly and not welcoming us into their family anymore. Things were shifting fast to me but my mom didnt see it. I would tell her but she still wasnt aware of it. One weekend my little cousin hannah came down for the weekend from Minnisoda and stayed to see me. She was six. It seemed that weekend was when brad was gonna to have a melt-down. We were having a good weekend and all its usually the nights things go bad. We were at the campgorund and brad and my mom were fighting so I was gonna walk to the house with Hannah. Brad wouldnt let us go for some reason and took the car and left. He went to the house and my mom, Hannah and I walked there. He was lighting our stuff on fire and throwing our stuff off the deck. When we got up the drive way he was on the deck with a gun and was threatening us and himself. I immidatly called the cops and my mom called his family to get there. I was crying and so was hannah and my mom. The first person that got there was melanie and she took us to her house. Melanie is brads sister. We stayed there but we didnt see my mom for the rest of the weekend. I took her home and came back and my mom said everything was …show more content…
It sucked, I felt like I had to do everything AND I had to share a room with the oldest girl. We ended up becoming best friends, we fought like sisters, but I loved having her in my life. Everything was perfect as I thought; but i did drift away from my dad alot. Not long being moved in things got weird. Brads kids began to hate us and tried to make my brother and my life hell. They would do stuff they knew that would make their dad mad and give the blame to us. The more and more we got in trouble the worse it would get, first it was screaming in our faces and pushing us around but push turns to shove. He began hitting us when he had a fit about either how we act or what we did. I have never let him hit my little brother, so I would take the hits for him. I had him lock himself in the bathroom or run off in the pasture. It seemed like a never ending nightmare. My mom began to become an acholoic, just like him. She didnt care for me anymore, i could try talking to her but she didnt care, she “loves him”. My little brother is only eight years old at this time. EIGHT. Hes always been a mommas boy but he began to hate her, once my dad yelled at my mom and threatened to take us away from her, she stoped drinking for a while and nothing happened to us. We actually all grew close I started to think of brad as a father figure. We came close; we all did. Soon again, she began to
I was awful young enough to not fully be aware of the entire situation. What I did know was that I didn’t want to move into a new house, attend a new school, and definitely not live without my dad. Adapting to my new and different surroundings was very hard for me. I was upset with my dad for his actions because he was the cause of all the changes. I was mainly angry with my mom though for her decision. To my eight year old self, I felt as if it wasn’t fair. I was her precious girl and entire world and I knew she would do anything to see my happy. For that particular reason was why i couldn 't comprehend her decision. I wasn 't happy with the outcome, I hoped she would forgive him and we could be a family
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The fears I have had since I was a little girl have disappeared with age, but the one I cannot dispense with is my fear of complete change. I do not mind change but only in moderation. Even though many anticipate the day they have to leave for college, I dread the idea of deserting everything and everyone I know. Even after understanding that change benefits me by obtaining more life experiences and developing into a mature adult, I still am hesitant. Something from within me creates this sense of doubt and I panic. I feel as though I need some kind of special training before being sent off to the “real world,” but I know there is no such class. Daily, I pray to God for guidance in my choices and life. Although, I may not be able to hear or
Change 4 Life is a campaign that is set up to promote health and it also helps a range of individuals change their lifestyles by:
At birth everyone is given a set of identities but as they grow up and find their place in the world with people they love those identities will change. I believe that changing identities throughout life will help a person develop into a better person. If a person has identified as multiple different things in his or her past then he or she will be more willing to accept and appreciate those who are different. I grew up being taught to always treat others the way I wanted to be treated and at times that can be hard, but I have always strived to be a kind and caring person.
A personal change I would like to make is my approach and the response I display to my teammates and the organization. I am a very independent person at work, I tend to be a controlling person in every aspect. However, I am trying to overcome this debilitating trait by learning new techniques and reflecting on the other person’s ideas, comments, efforts and suggestions without taking control. I do complete my task with little or no assistance, but it causes me to be detached, indifferent, and uninvolved from my teammates causing conflicting issues. I do sense a distance between myself and my teammates, but I continue to work hard and remain focus.
This is something that occurred over ten years ago but it still plagues me to this day. One moment I thought that we had a perfect family unit. Everyone was happy and everyone got along great. Then, the next thing I knew, my parents were in court everyday trying to get custody of my older sister and myself. This left me hurt and confused. The worst part was after the divorce was over. My father got custody of us- which I preferred because it meant I didn’t have to move away and I didn’t have to live with my mother’s new boyfriend (her boyfriend while she was married). My mother got visitation rights two days of the week and every Sunday. So, instead of seeing my mother everyday when she would come home from work and having her tuck me in at
You let it happen and didn't care and when i started telling people thinking it would make yall stop it just made it worse. It wasn't a big deal to y'all but you and the boys made me feel really bad about myself everyday and made me hate having to wake up every morning. I was miserable and cried constantly and you didn't even notice. When I would ask you for something you acted like I was the worst kid ever but when Tristen asked you for something no matter the price you'd do what you had to to make sure he got it. When I got in trouble last year you just started acting like you hated me and like Tristen was your favorite and it didn't matter unless it was coming from Tristen or Tryce. And you only cared about my grades because you didn't want people to think your kid was dumb. You put on this front in front of people pretending to be this perfect mom and like everything was perfect, even though it was the opposite. I don't even know if you knew how much it bothered me or how you treated
How would I feel I someone I loved died? It is not a question that most people ask themselves frequently, but it is one that often comes up when they read or hear about a notable person that has passed or was killed, or even just a news story about a woman who lost her son. I had the unfortunate experience of discovering what that felt like firsthand.
My family consists of five children, which today is considered a large family. Of the five I am the youngest by six years. My parents were married for twenty-eight years before they decided that divorce was the only solution. I was fourteen years old and the one child that suffered the most emotional damage. Because of the many years my parents were married and the wide age difference between my siblings and myself I was the only child still living at home with my parents. The day my dad decided to move out was the day my life changed forever.
I can remember a time long ago when we were all together as a family. Those memories are so long ago though and are very faded, I can only remember bits and pieces now. My parents divorced in 1989 in Farmington N.M. and my life would never be the same. So many things changed the day my parents, my family, split up. My father moved away to Las Vegas, N.V. shortly after the divorce was finalized. We only occasionally saw him after that, usually when all the planets were in alignment. It wasn’t his fault nor was it my mother’s fault, it was just difficult for things to line up properly for a visit. But that’s just how things go sometimes. My mother moved us
Change is inevitable in life, there are many events that can take place in a person's life that can impact or even alter who they are today. They are the reasons for our personalities and the emotions we express. There have been many events that have made an impact in my life, but the one that has impacted my life the most was the birth of my youngest sister, Sophia. I remember the day my mom told me she was having another baby, I was speechless. I had been the only child on my moms side for so long, I did not know what to think or how to react.
Often in school, once you’re labeled as weird there isn’t much you can do to change people’s minds. For young people like myself it can be really stressful trying to make friends. Have you ever felt like an outsider? In Grade 7 I changed schools and in my first year at my new school I didn’t make many friends. Normally I’m a very social person, but it was hard to be social when everyone already had their friend groups figured out.
Before you met me, I was a wreck and things were pretty heavy around me. But now, together, we are a beautiful wonderful wreck as our lives have been permanently intertwined whether we like it or not. Between you and me, there is always some sort of pushing and pulling. Most of the time, it consisted of me pushing you away and you pulling me back in from the depths of my own fear and anxiety. On my part that 's what makes you perfect for me. But we weren’t perfect together, we were far from it. There always something going on with me, even when I didn’t. I was always shrouded in some sort of a lie, a protective layer of myself that I don’t let people see. I never wanted them to see how broken and fucked up I truly was. So I only let them see
My older brother who was 6 at the time remembers the situation. To this point my brother has hate towards my dad because he actually remembers something him and he thought my dad would be the last person to let him down. My brother is now 21 and he still has the same feeling towards my dad. My mom remarried a few years later to my stepfather, but when she divorced him it affected my younger brother. When my mom divorced my stepfather my little brother became the worse little 5 years old. He would talk back to everyone and became angry at any little thing or person. This time the divorce had a different result. A social worker talked to every single one of us and thought we needed some therapy. My sisters and I had one therapist for the three of us. My brothers had their own therapist as well. My mom and stepfather had their separate therapist, never the same one. All our therapists weren’t in the same location so we were scheduled on different days and times. I didn 't understand the meaning of going to see a therapist if they didn’t help out at