My Family Conflict

After not talking to my mother for about 6 months and trying to give her time to recover and realize that I was not going to be a part of her life If she continued to go down the path she was going on, her alcoholism got worse. I eventually reached out to her to tell her that I cared for her and that I would always be there for her, however it was too late and she was too far gone. On December 15th of 2016, my mother attempted to commit suicide. Thankfully, she survived and is now over 6 months sober. Although this event caused a lot of heartache and sorrow, it helped me realize the detrimental effects of addiction and how it can take someone's life so quickly. This also shaped me as a person in many ways, as I began to acknowledge the importance of the people around you and how vital it is to care and love others no matter what. Being a child of divorce, an alcoholic mother, and an easily tempered father was my environment for several years, and all of the hardships and wonderful things that came from it shaped me into the person that I am

Growing up, I dealt with a mother who struggled with addiction; to be unambiguous, she was an alcoholic. She drowned in her alcoholism as it pulled her down an alarming road. She was dreadfully depressed and believed that alcohol was the only way to make her feel better, addiction blinded her from what a great life she could have ahead of her. Not a single member of our family knew how to help her comprehend how much happier she would be if she could stop drinking her sorrows away. When it came to family events, my mom would try to conform to how others were acting and act “sober” even though she was already countless drinks deep in to drinking. Nevertheless, my mother just wanted others to like her which would lead her to change her outward

Everyone has struggles. Many teenagers struggle with self-esteem, stress, bullying, body image, drinking, and smoking. Many adults struggle with marriage, jobs, money, drinking, smoking, health problems, and stress. There is not one person that has an easy life with no struggles because it is impossible. Having struggles teaches us life lessons.

My moms drug abuse has effected her life by ruining her health, ending her marriage, getting her kids taken away, and landing her in jail. My moms drug abuse has also effected my life by losing my step family, losing my mom, losing my old friends, losing my old home, and losing all of my belongings. Although my moms drug abuse has caused so many negative effects on my life, it has caused one positive effect. The only good thing that came from my moms use of drugs was the fact that it brought me to church where I got saved. Without my moms drug addiction, I'm afraid I never would have been saved. I just hope one day my mom will want to get clean so that I'll be able to talk to her again and maybe even help her to get saved

Drug abuse was also a part of my life from middle school until I was 21 years old. I think that a big part of me becoming addicted to drugs came from the type of boundaries, according to structural theory, that I had when I moved in with my parents. In my grandparents’ home I was never allowed to play with kids in the neighborhood, if I played outside, my grandma was always with me. My grandparents had very rigid boundaries and as a result began accusing me of doing drugs and smoking

Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

Growing up, I never lived in a steady household. My biological mother moved us around, had different men coming in and out of our lives, endured physical abuse from my biological father, and threatened to end her life countless of times, leaving my siblings to take the reins, and not only take care of the house, but me and themselves as well. None of us had it easy, but being the youngest, and the only one who lived at home until I was eighteen, I seemed to bear the brunt of it all. At such a young age, I began to become less and less happy, no longer enjoying the finer things in life. Due to my emotions plummeting, not only did my opinion on myself began to change, but apparently so did the opinion of others, resulting in a major shift in appearance. As time passed, I received numerous amounts of negative commentary on the change of both my appearance and personality, which did nothing but enhance the self loathe I had for myself, leading to the

Although I had an older brother and sister, I felt alone a great deal of the time I was growing up. I never "acted out" my need for attention. I did not get bad grades in school. On the contrary, I was a quiet child who made the honor roll. I was always given my sisters hand-me-downs which I resented. My grandmother was very strict and often cold. There were never hugs or kisses and not once do I remember an I love you. My father still came to visit, but remarried when I was eight. His new wife was like something out of a horror novel. The mental torture that I endured was a million times worse than what Cinderella went through. My grandmother along with my brother and sister came up with a nickname for me. They called me dog and taunted me every time we passed the pet supplies in the grocery store. At the age of ten my beloved paternal grandmother Memo, the only light in my otherwise dark world, died in her sleep while I was in the next room. I sat and watched as the paramedics tried to revive her with no success. On the car ride back home, my stepmother screamed at my father to "shut me up and stop my crying," as if what I had just been through should not have affected me at all. She left my father a few years later. At fifteen I ran away from my grandmothers house and went to live with my dad. I was receiving survivors support which I never saw once I moved in with my father. Although I did not know it

Struggles are things that hold us down and must be conquered. Braverman and Hope from the novel Hope Was Here by Joan Bauer and my friend Sophia all have something in common. They all had struggles and overcame them in their own, remarkable ways.

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

Everyone faces struggles in their life. Some allow those struggles to help build them as a person, others let those struggles tear them down. For me, I allowed my struggles to help me develop academically and personally. Without struggle there is no progress.

I never had a favorite childhood memory,I never had a very imaginative mindset, all I remember is all the terrible things that has ever happened, may I ask this of you reader have you ever felt alone in a world that simply doesn't understand or why look or do things a certain way? I know I have, we live in a judgmental world we all judge people on how they look and act. Let me ask another question have you ever been put up on a pedestal and when you make mistakes people starts questioning why you didn't succeed or if you did why didn't you do things a certain way? Well enough of the questions, My family has always been the ostentatious gregarious type, they are like a diamond in a coal mine. My story begins around 2007 the year I came to America.

Most of my early life was rough. We moved a lot, and my parents fought and got a divorce, and my sister and I were always pushed and pulled from one parent to the next. After the divorce and even some before, my father was

In my youth, I was like every other child, completely oblivious to the world round me and the hatred it contained. I was a happy little girl who was a little to clingy to her mother, all though that didn’t last long. I have no memory of my dad between the ages 2-4 considering he was never home. I had quite an imagination so I was always daydreaming which gives me trouble today considering I can’t remember what of my early childhood was real. My parents split when I was two so I don’t have much of a concept of how my parents’ relationship was, although now I’ve come to know that it wasn’t at all good.

My family happens to be deeply religious, conservative and often closed minded about certain aspects of life. In other words, everything that they tend to support and believe in as a family unit, tends to be something I can not personally agree with. As anyone can imagine, this has deeply affected my interpersonal relationship with my family in a negative impact. As an adult, I have come to my own conclusions about my personal beliefs about life and what those entail for myself. These beliefs are usually the exact opposite of what I grew up with, much to the disappointment of my family which has created a deep divide between us. This has probably affected my relationship with my father the most, as he has always been the most outspoken about his disappointment.