Mikayla Klein My Great Mistake “Can I talk to you?” was the text I finally sent my mom. It has been 7 months since I have last seen her or talked to her. I was 15 when this all happened. I wasn’t completely sure of the things that I wanted. I was being told things that had happened in the past with my mom which gave me even more reasons as to why I moved out and didn’t talk to her. I feel guilty and wish I could take it back. At this point I was so mad at myself for not talking to her that I wish I hadn’t sent the text just to make things easier for me. It all started when I was sitting on her couch, my little sister to the right of me and my mom in front of me. We were watching tv when her boyfriend got mad and hit me. She was sitting right there and didn’t do anything about it. She came downstairs and yelled at me for overreacting about it. We then argued and said hateful things back and forth until she finally told me to leave and to not come back. I didn’t think she would do that to me right after she did that to my older sister. My sister …show more content…
My family kept telling me it was for the best and at that point I believed them. I didn’t know what to do. I was stuck. I missed my mom and cared about her, I mean that’s the woman that gave birth to me. But then I just kept thinking about the things that she said to me. I just never forgave her. My family kept reminding me of all the bad things that she said to me and how she chose her boyfriend's family over her own. Next thing you know my dad was almost held in contempt of court for not making me go see my mom because my mom pressed charges. It just didn’t make sense to make as to why she would press charges for me not going to see her yet she didn’t even text me to see if I was okay. My parents finally came to an agreement that I could see her. Before I was ready to stay the night I texted her and asked her if we would meet up and talk things
Failure isn’t always something you have control of or have the ability to predict. Failure seems to happen at the worst of times; however we need to accept it, because you cannot always win. My greatest failure would be tearing my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), my junior year in a lacrosse game, through no fault of my own in which my body physically failed me, but it truly changed my aspect of life in multiple ways.
One theme found in “WHY ME?” by Sarah Burleton centers around the motif of feeling alone; In a world of abuse, people often feel alone. For example in the beginning of the story when Sarah, the abused protagonist, had a very bad morning at home before her first day of elementary school she said “...I couldn't tell Mrs. Slagle that I had drunk so much juice then I would have to explain why”(Burleton 1). Sarah’s mother never wanted her she was young herself when she had Sarah, she abused her and made her feel unwanted and unloved starting at a young age. Her mother would always make her feel bad by calling her names and making fun of the way she looked and her weight she was a bully to her own child. Once when Sarah was in elementary school, her mother made her eat soap and wash her mouth out with glasses of orange juice just because Sarah said that her food was nasty.
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
I started thinking of all the lies that I'd heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn't want to see her there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn't been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell her that she wasn't there.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
Everyday, people are faced with choices. Some of life’s choices are simple, such as deciding what to wear to school or choosing a television station to watch. Other choices, however, are much more serious and have life-altering consequences. Being pregnant has many choices, whether or not to keep the baby. There are many choices such as adoption, or abortion. I decided that I would keep my baby because I knew in my heart that I would regret it in the long run if I didn’t. Throughout my pregnancy I suffered from depression, which is the condition of feeling sad or despondent mentally. My depression was mainly due to the fact that I was sixteen, alone, and scared, I was a waitress at a local restaurant, but that job couldn’t pay for all the financial needs it takes to raise a child. I left my baby’s father when all the arguing and physical abuse began. I couldn’t deal with that and I definitely wasn’t going to raise my child through it. Although I knew deep down that this big decision was for the best, it was still difficult and very painful. Just the thought of raising a child alone was scary. My parents were so disappointed in me they really didn’t have much to say, especially my mother. That made my pregnancy worse because I felt as though I had no one to talk to. I had friends to talk to but most of them didn’t understand what I was going through.
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My tour of duty or should it be 'tour of hell' was coming to a very
She continued in a solemn and pained voice to tell me she had, had two abortions. I was utterly shocked, I had no clue how to react. I was so upset, I didn’t talk to my mother for days. As I actually matured, I forgave my mom for having the abortions and told her I’m sorry for how I reacted.
Once my mom actually found out she was pregnant, I’m sure a lot of questions and thoughts were running through her mind. For instance,“what am I going to tell my parents” or “how are we going to support this new baby because we’re broke?” She eventually faced all of the facts and decided to keep this precious child, which in my opinion was the right choice because without him our family wouldn’t be complete.
It was the happiest feeling that I have ever felt in my life, and as time came near for me to have my son the feeling became greater and greater. When I heard one of the nurses saying “Were ready, she’s now nine centimeters”, I began to get very anxious and excited at the same time. Although I was beginning to get happy I was still in disbelief as all of it was happening. I see the nurses preparing themselves. I just said to myself, “oh yeah its happening alright”. I was about to become a mother which was so unreal to me and nerve racking because I had no idea how to love or be mother. My heart became full of so many emotions, however the thought that dominated my mind was that I had to be the best mother I can be so my son could grow up and be the man he was destined to
Personal Narrative - My Dream I picture myself center stage in the most enormous and fantastically beautiful theater in the world. Its walls and ceilings are covered in impeccable Victorian paintings of angels in the sky. A single ray of light shines down upon my face, shining through the still, silent darkness, and all attention is on me and me alone. The theater is a packed house; however, my audience is not that of human beings, but rather the angels from the paintings on the walls come alive, sitting intently in the rows of plush seats. Their warmth encompasses my body, and I know at that moment that it is time to begin.
hardest decisions I would ever have to make in my life. My real mom had just gotten a
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
By the time the hospital gave my mother a room, it was midnight and I was very sleepy. I was told by my mom to go to the room with her so I did. I was falling asleep on a sofa the hospital had, while my mom was screaming her lungs out. Looking back at this I have no idea why I was in the delivery room. I was later kicked out of it by mom anyways. I wanted the memory of me being in the delivery room for that one hour to stick with me as a reminder of how hard it is to be a mother from the start. Years later, it did stick with me, and it helped me be a better daughter.I realized my mom went through a lot to bring me into this earth and it wasn’t easy for her to do so. From that moment on, even though I was kicked out of the room as soon as I saw her again, I have been as helpful and careful with her as I could ever since. That moment I spend in the delivery room with my mom is actually one of the most special parts of the trip because it made my mom and I closer. I became much closer to her after I realized I owe her to be the best I can as a daughter and to be the best for