Personal Narrative: My Mother

My momma does her best by me, she loves me as much as she knows how to. Some days are better than others, and some days she has those moments where I truly wonder how she manages to get through the day without killing herself, but it is all part of life, there is nothing we can do to change it, the only thing that we can control is how we choose to learn from it. Sometimes, even for the people that call themselves lucky, there are obstacles that are put in the way of their happiness and for my mom that’s kind of what happened. My mother married a man that she thought was her soul mate, but isn’t that what all people think at the beginning of their marriage? Soon she saw who he really was: conceded, abusive, and manipulative.

So she left him.

Everyone has their breaking points, and even when my mom was well past hers she still pushed herself to care for me the best she was able to, that is why when I wake up in the middle of the night to find her passed out drunk I bring her to her bed with no questions as of why, or when she has one of her fits of rage and hits me in result I don’t hold it against her, or when she gets fired from job after job I never judge her for it.

One of the things that we have to endure with her getting fired is getting evicted from the house that we're residing in, to be honest that is really the only frustrating part because we're forced to live out of boxes when we do end up finding a house to rent, we do this because, as my mom has come to accept, its eventually going to happen so what's the point in unpacking?

When I came of age and was able to start helping out in making money I wasted no time and for a while it helped. I started off working simple jobs, mowing the lawn, babysitting, and volunteering at concession stands; this money we used for groceries so my mom could use whatever money she did have for the bills.

Though, it didn't help for long and we eventually lost that house which was our fourth one to