What is a perfect family? What is a perfect relationship? What is a perfect life? My life was perfect before I grew up to an age where I understood everything, where I heard everything and where I was aware of everything.
For a long time, I was not comfortable in my own home because of a relationship my mother was in. She was in a relationship with a manipulative, aggressive, alcoholic, and abusive man for about 15 years. That relationship was always on and off and I never understood it until I was about 12 years old. I noticed the depression in my mother's face. I could tell if she was crying the night before, and I noticed when she disconnected herself with others. She was never in a good place. It made me believe there was something really going on.
Although, I am always alert. I always felt the need to help her in some way. I enjoyed helping others as much as I can in any situation, but this is my mother I am talking about. It is important to me, to know that everything is okay. I learned, if the boss isn’t happy, then nobody's happy. I have a whole contact list of people to call in case of emergencies, so as there was fighting, and arguing going on I would be aware. I heard everything, I knew everything, and I was prepared for anything.
One morning after a long night, my mom and I were lying comfortably on the couch watching movies, as usual, then my mom gave me permission to hang out with my friends for the day. It was very strange, but I was fine with it, I
The only time I remember vividly was the car ride home. Slowly driving, my mom being
I had to empty the grass bags from the back of the mower in the ditch in the back yard. I pulled the lawn mower into the shed and turned it off. I went inside and my mom instantly handed me 10 dollars. She said she was very happy to have someone do that for her. I then took a really cold shower and went into my cold basement and fell asleep for the
Is it worth going back to the 1950s and experience the workplace of woman and men going to War or staying in the present time. Many people in today’s society see the morals and values of the past of the fifties. Nevertheless, the fifties had its nuclear family to where everyone was set for in life already. The woman became homemakers and men worked at an occupation. In the 1950s men were going to War, so the mother had to do both work and raise the family. However, after the War the woman wanting to continue to work, but the men were overpowering the woman in the past. In today’s culture everyone works and raise a family together. From the past to the present time of the 1950s the culture has changed. The woman finally got rights to do more activities now then it was in the fifties. Therefore, people have opinions to go back to the past to experience of what had happened to the nuclear family. America has changed by the culture and the environment from the 1950s to the present time of men and woman raising a family.
My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental
I first realized something wasn’t quite right with me in 1996, I was stationed at Ft. Campbell, Ky. I remember wakig up and having terrible dreams, that I had never had before, but I pushed it out of my head. The dreams would continue to come and agitate me and make me very uncomfortable. One morning I finally woke up and felt I needed to get to the bottom of theses dreams, I called my older sister up who was living in Knoxville Tn. And asked her, “did these things happen to me”, her reply was, “Yes”. After that phone call I tried to commit suicide, which landed me in the hospital and on medication for depression, which was the first time I was medicated and labeled as being depressed. It would be years before the question came up again,
I was really young to notice the things that were going on with my mom and dad but I had a clue that was going on because I was around it and it happened so often. My brother had no clue because he was only 1 when things started to get out of hand. When my mom left the house I didn't know she was leaving to start a new life in Florida and leaving me and my brother like we were not her children. My dad sat me down and explained to me what happened, I did not know what was going on. Once my brother started to get older some days he would ask ‘’Where is Mommy’’ and I started to cry because I knew what was going on
It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.
It was the end of the school year, and I was super excited to go home, jump on the couch and have the snuggly feeling I had last summer. When my dad came home he called me up to his room,
The day started out very stale. I had to get up for school, get my own breakfast, and get my cluttered room clean. When the long school day was over I just wanted to go back to bed. To my dismay when I got home my mom asked, “Becky do you want to come to the temple and do baptisms for the dead?” I was kinda scared because I had never gone to do baptisms for the dead before.
It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.
family made me confine myself in a bubble. Even though I lived in a community,
Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I
How can a definition be given to a phrase that has a different meaning for everyone? When someone thinks of what a perfect family is, chances are it looks like a mother, father, and kids all living together. This ideal scenario is not always the case for everyone. There are many circumstances that people are placed in, which would limit them from being able to fit in this stereotypical connotation. A perfect family is normally defined as a group with two parents and their kids, but for anyone who has grown up missing a parent it is a parent or parents and their kids.
What is a family? What parts make up a family? These two questions are questions that millions of adults and children ask themselves regularly. When people think about a family in their head they think of a nuclear family. Where you have a Mom, Dad, and a few kids running around a home in the middle of a suburban wasteland. That is the nuclear family that I feel most modern families strive to be like. But factors can change within a family and still be a family. I do not believe that a family is strictly based off what people see from the front porch looking in. A family is about the everlasting bond that is formed between a group of people whether they are related by blood or by other means. A family is a group of people who stick together during hard times and good times, they laugh together and they cry together. They eat meals together, party together, are weaved together in life. They are like a strip of palm leaves, and when you weave a bunch of them together it makes a basket, that is a family. The people that someone can call at two in the morning on a Wednesday just because they can’t sleep. The ones who would sacrifice anything to help them. The bond can never be broken because the word “family” holds them together like glue to wallpaper.
One Thursday evening, I was with my boyfriend and his family at Buffalo Wild Wings. We were having a good time talking about life, upcoming birthdays and school. Everyone in the restaurant was enjoying their meal and having a conversation with their loved ones. Minutes before leaving, I decided to go to the restroom to wash my hands and put some lipstick on. We were planning on watching a movie after we ate.