My Mom Hated Me Essay

Growing up I was a not a good speller. I hated English class and I hated the thought of our weekly Friday spelling tests, and my grades showed. I hated spelling as much as I loved Zebra Cakes and other candies. I would have straight A’s and a C for English, just from failing multiple spelling tests. After receiving my report card with the comment “Has failed 3 out of 5 spelling tests” my mom realized that when I was sent to my room to “study” I would do virtually everything except that. She knew

was only eight years old my mom and dad made me join a track team called Lighting Links. I was furious because I hated running, I was scared I wouldn't make any friends, and I really really hated running. For me, running was like throwing away your favorite candy for no reason. I would just use up all of my energy and get no benefits from it, well at least that is what I thought. When I was on the track team I was always the last one to finish and my brothers made fun of me for it. Compared to everyone

scenery and making new friends. But at what point does moving, then making new friends, and then having to move again get repetitive? It never did for me but the hatred for the reason we had to move all those times still runs strong throughout my mind. I was 3 when my mom remarried to a guy named Keith, a drunk, abusive, control freak towards my mom about what she could and couldn’t do, and to top it off he was addicted to drugs so he couldn’t hold a job. I was young, carefree, and in the end completely

the bravest, strongest, hardworking, and loving human beings on Earth, at least that is how I view my mom. She is always doing something for my siblings and I. Always keeping things organized, moving and doing. When I was 13, I wondered what was in her mind, what is she thinking? She started to look horrible in a condition that seemed rare that I have never witnessed before. All I could do was ask my dad, but he never said anything, I ask her, but she to never said anything. What could a kid do? “There

nonetheless difficult. My family is picture perfect, big house, fancy cars, expensive clothes, all of the friends and parties. My mom had my eldest brother at the age of 16. Her and my father both dropped out of high school to financially support this new found family on their own. The day my brother was born, my mom found a note in my father’s pocket, declaring his love for another girl. That is when the years of cheating and family destruction began. My dad worked a lot of nights when my brother was young

My mom moved to Miami before me. I was 11 year's old when my life changed forever. The year my mother hit rock bottom. She was so lost her only hope was to reach out for help. It was the summer of 1991. I just had a birthday so my father was visiting. I always loved when he came around. I hardly ever seen him. He would visit for my birthday, Christmas, and the beginning of the school year. He would take my mother and I shopping and they would spend the weekend getting high and fighting. This visit

again. I was so into drug that I lost my ability to sell the drug. Therefore, my friend’s brother told me that I have to leave their apartment. I started sleeping in the street and stealing from the passenger and begging for food and money. Sometimes if I could find a phone I contacted my mother and requested money, poor lady she always brought me food money and clothing. I sold my new clothing to make some money for my drug. One day my mom asked me to go back to my grandparents and get treatment in

One incident I know of is about my mother and how so was treated unfairly based on her race. When my mom was younger she use to hate to go to school, she would kick and scream and fight with her mom every morning to try and not to go to school. But her mom (my grandma) never knew why. One day when me and my mom were talking she told me why she always hated to go to school. She told me that every day in grade school this guy would bully her everyday because she was dark skinned. He would call her

My family moved up to Danville for better job opportunities. My grandma Collier who was born in 1950 in Earle Arkansas Went to Danville Highschool. She stayed in Danville until she graduated. She then met my grandfather Willie ( who I never met) Who was in the navy at the time. They dated for a very long time. My grandmother got pregnant with my mom in 1971. My mom was born in Danville, but immediately after she was born my grandparents moved to Jackson Tennessee. My mom was a baby at the time

All the years i’ve been in school i’ve always hated writing. Writing was one of my worst subject to do it was hard and challenging. But there was one i had to learn to write cause i will need write my whole life. I always sucked at writing i could never spell or write. I would always fail on my essays and other writing things i had to do. My mom will make me write all day long until i remembered how to write and spell. My mom will have these spelling sheets i had to copy and trace when i would come