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Essay on Defining Moments

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It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother. My mother had it rough growing up. Forced to be out of the house nearly by dawn and only to return by nightfall, she was ignored and turned away by her mother. All throughout her childhood, and most of her young adult life until she ran away, my mother was …show more content…

Here in Oregon is where the three of us became a family; mom, Jelly a.k.a. Angelica (my sister) and me. Years went by as we assimilated to life here in Oregon. My mother worked hard to give us kids everything we desired and needed, all the while trying desperately not to be her mother. At the time we were all unaware of how alike my mother and grandmother could be. When my sister hit her teenage years, she hit a slippery slope of partying and drugs. Our family went through some hardships with Jelly’s drug and alcohol addiction. Jail time, drug rehab, in and out patient; however, my mother and I stood by Jelly’s side through it all. We were working on mending our family wounds when it happened. An old love and drug buddy of my mothers, Jeff, had kept in contact with her over the years. Still a frequent drug user, Jeff somehow convinced my mother to let him move in with us. Jeff was not just a drug addict; he was a thief, a liar, and a woman beater, as we would soon find out. However, it wasn’t my mother he became violent with first; it was I. I had just come home from spending the day at the river with my friends when Jeff insisted that I stole a pair of his sunglasses. I of course denied this and it sent him into a violent rage. I was on my way to my bedroom, at the top of the stairs, when he began screaming and yelling at me. I, wanting nothing to do with his tizzy fit, ignored him and turned around to go back down the

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