Personal Statement Through the life I have been living I’ve had people that loved me and people who have hatred towards me. That really didn't stop me at all. I grew up with two sisters and two brothers. I had a mother but no father because he had left me when I was a baby. I don’t know his name because he wasn’t there to put his name on my birth certificate so basically my mother is my father. For a long period of time my mom was single and she was happy with family around her. Then she met this guy who was just a bad influence on all of our lives and then everything had changed. When i was eight years old my mother had met a guy who i personally didn’t like when i saw him for the first time. When i had first seen him he had …show more content…
Eventually my mom had gotten pregnant with my. That when my little sister had came into the picture after me so i wasn’t the baby anymore and of course i didn’t like her. She was born and then we lived our lives like normal people then a year later my mom got pregnant and my little brother came in ours lives as well. He didn't get to see his father as much as his sister natalie because his father had went to jail. He had went to jail because something had happen to him on the streets. It's not my buisness to say what happen but i guess i could say it was street issues. My little brother jayden basically grew up without a father until he was six. He father came out after six years. By this time i had turned sixteen and i remembered him and i was older so i still knew how and who he was so i didn’t like him. When he had gotten out of jail my mom had supported him so much that i basically was out the pictured. I was basically asking my brothers and sisters and even my cousins to help me by clothes and shoes and supplies i needed for school. I couldn’t ask my mom for nothing because she spent all her money on him. I was sad and didn't know what to do for …show more content…
I would talk to her every so often. I didn't ask her for anything and when i did really needed she was broke. I would look at that man and be so mad that sometimes i would want to fight him because he basically took my mom out my life and just wanted her to support him and his kids. I had thought to myself that i was important to her anymore. I was at that age to where i just didn’t care anymore. I never liked him and till this day i still don’t. He's never supported me and never helped me out. I can’t remember the last time i asked my mom for something. After a while i had turned seventeen and the everything started to pop in my head. I was so stressed out about how my life is at home that i literally didn’t care about school. My grades dropped and i didn’t even know if i was going to graduate high school. Once i started my senior year in high school i started to realize that if i don’t graduate i won’t get nowhere in life. So i just stopped with all the drama outside school and started to learn. I stopped asking my mom for stuff and just started asking my brothers and sisters and even my cousin. If my mom would like to support him and my little brother and sister then by all means go ahead. I honestly love my mother but it's just sometimes in life where you want to speak out loud but then you don't want to because it causes family problems. So now i just keep to myself and when i graduate i will fend for myself and
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
Well, if you’re reading this now, you’d probably want to know everything about me, who my parents are, what they’re like, all the stuff about my twin sister and my little stepsister. The truth is that this stuff kinda gets repetitive and dull, besides my father probably wouldn’t want to read a famous book which talks all about his tendencies to smoke and get drunk. He’d probably have a heart attack and all in a place like France, because he ditched us like five years ago. He’s a goddamn moron, ditching my beautiful mother like that, leaving her in such a poor state of mind. He claimed it was because she would do no work and just sit at home all day getting her hair done and all. Actually, she was writing a terrific anthology of short stories called The House of Horrors. The best story in there was called The House of Horrors. It’s where a man buys a house and it’s haunted. The ghosts tell him to find a wife. The man does, she manages to drive the ghosts away and they lived happily ever after. It killed me. It was a nail biting romantic horror story and it showed how mother’s talents went to waste after her nervous breakdown. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s that man. Don’t even mention him to me. Even so, my mother had since found a new husband. He’s so handsome and kind to mother, but his daughter – my stepsister – is so annoying. She walks with her head up all the time, as if she owns the place. And she’s really ugly and all. She has no social skills. But what really makes me sick is that she loves to order Drizella and me around. She makes me want to puke so much.
I never fully grasped the idea of how addiction is a disease, so there has honestly been so many times when I thought I hated him. I would get so upset with him for doing things that were out of his control; stealing from us, causing us so much grief and sadness, and emotionally scarring me. I put up the thickest and strongest walls around myself so that he would not hurt me any more. I was so selfish; I blocked him out so that I wouldn’t get hurt, instead of being there to help him. I held a grudge for so long. Till the last day I saw him, I held a grudge for stressing mom and dad out, for not being the big brother that I wanted him to be, for choosing the drugs when I needed him to choose his
When I was little my mother was with my brothers’ dad and she wasn 't the best mother. I think that I am the way I am today because of how she was and I knew I did not want to be like that. A lot of my
Halfway through my sophomore year, my mom ran into some financial troubles. We had no choice, but to move away from my high school, and move in with my grandparents. After we moved, she didn’t have a job for over a year. I really didn’t want to switch schools. I was comfortable at my school and with my friends. My mother was willing to let me continue going there, even after we moved. I drove 30 minutes, everyday so I could go to school. It wasn’t easy, but it’s been worth it. I had to get up even earlier, I
I never knew my father. I knew of him course, but whenever I asked my mom about it, the story was condensed to something along the lines of
As a child growing up, there were times I would feel my mother would be out to just make
She’s one of those old souls stuck in the fifty’s and refuses to see the 21st century. She is a good mother, it 's only when it came to me she lacked. I met my mother when I was four. She adopted my little sis and me. Through my younger age I hated her I absolutely hated her and she failed to understand why or explain to me so I could understand whom the lady was that I was staying with. Where my real mother was. She failed to help me see what was going on and with me only being four I thought she kidnapped me and I hated her. As I grew up I learned precisely what was going on and I no longer had a heart for her it dwindled down to more of a dislike. I understood why was with her, but I expended most of my early youth wondering why did this have to happen to me. And why did I have to be with her. My mother wasn’t a bad mother she only lacked the nurturing a love I needed. She held my early years against me and we’ve been stepping on thin ice ever
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.
When my dad and mom met, my mom was only 19 and already had my sister Melody at 17. My dad fell in love with Melody and my mom. He liked my mom so much he lied about his age, he was only 17, but he told her he was 18. About a year later of them dating, my mom got pregnant with me. At that point my parents were gang bangers and did not have jobs. They were barely surviving. Not until about when my mom was 8 months pregnant with me, then my dad realized he was about to be a dad. His eyes opened up because he realized I was going to be his first child. He knew that he was a loser, with no job so he decided to get off his butt and work. Since he had been in jail many, many times, he could not get a job, so he joined the army.
What’s important to me is being the best me that I can. To not be told I’m wrong, just to conform to those around me. Am I just a carbon copy of what people want? If I am not being true to myself, then what am I? Acceptance for who I am is both equally important and desirable to me. Just because I look different from the norm, does not mean that I will act any less civil towards anyone or anything. Why should I be something I am not just to make others happy and myself miserable? It is my hope to meet others with similar interests as myself in the near future, because I did not have that much in common with anyone in high school. High school limited my opportunities to interact with people like me.
I’ve always had a passion for helping others and I love the idea of being considered a dependable person. I enjoy when others come to me to talk about the hardship they are experiencing and being able to provide them with feedback or helpful advice. To do this I learned that you need to have the characteristics of a “people person”. You must be patient, which from my job experience of working in retail and the fast food industry, I would consider myself to be a highly patient person. I also posses the the skill of being outgoing and friendly. I allow myself to be comfortable when speaking with different types of people and I let myself open up so I can personally relate to them. By doing this I believe that others will return the comfort that I created and will want
During the final years that I knew him, he grew increasingly unstable and violent; I decided not to speak to him when I saw him abuse my mother. My parents’
see my mum crying, I filled up with worry but the thought of what had
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,