My Relationship With My Parents Hasn’T Always Been Easy.

I have two sisters and a brother that I live with, with my mom and step-dad. Then I have two brothers and a sister on my dad’s side. I don’t see my dad much. Haven’t for a while. The first couple years of my life I was pretty much raised by my great grandparents and grandparents. After my mom had me she had to catch up on school and provide for me. She went to school and night school, and when she wasn’t going to school she was working to provide for me, pay for her car, and other stuff. I got very attached to my great grandparents. My great grandmother had Breast Cancer, she beat it. Shortly after beating it, she died, don’t remember from what and don’t like talking about it. My family is everything to me. Yes we might fight but I will always love them and stick by them no matter the consequence. I love my family to death and will never let anybody get between

Growing up with two sets of parents was extremely hard. I still don’t know who my birth father was, and it seems like everyone wants to keep it that way. I never knew how my birth mother was, and I only saw about once every three or four years. My adoptive parents are the only people I consider parents because they have shown me the love and care that parents should show their children. As I grew up, I became more and more curious, and reckless. In second grade, I moved to yet another school, but this one I stayed at for five years. I had amazing friends, and I would’ve trusted them with anything. But then we moved yet again. I got a new phone, and I didn’t get to contact any of my old friends anymore. It was time to start from scratch. I moved to Prosper, Texas, and went to Reynolds Middle School. There I found some

I have come from a well-meaning but very scarring, ambivalent and dysfunctional family. My father was a sometimes physically, but often times very emotionally abusive person. Using a large amount of fear and intimidation of him to control our family and home. My mother regularly took out her anger and frustration towards my father on me since my parent’s first major separation when I was seven years old which in conjunction with the negative impact of my parents’ off and on separations leading up to their eventual divorce I developed depression, anger and other behavioral problems as well. I suffered many years of abuse from my mother as a result of these things. I understood both my parents cared for me, even though their actions often time both demonstrated it and contradicted it which lead to much confusion in relationships and friendships outside of my family. One of if not the most scarring experiences were of my mother and the adults she surrounded herself with sympathizing her abuse towards me because of the abuse she endured by my father and

    My parents told us that they were getting a divorce. I didnt understand what that meant at the time, but my mom said that I would be living with her in a new house so I was okay with it for a while. after a year or two my mom started to date a really cool guy that liked a lot of the same things as me, so I was happy about that. It turned out that he is now my step-dad as of November 22, 2015. Around the same time my dad started dating a woman that is really girly and stuck-up so I started going over to his house less

Six years ago, a summer afternoon, my dad hugged me and I said “I will be gone for three days, I have a job in Austin, but I promise that I will be back before your birthday. I promise.” Days, weeks, months almost two years passed by and I did not receive any phone call or text message from him. Throughout that time my dad was gone, my mom told me that she was getting the papers ready to divorce my dad. I was noticing that the last three-four years that I was living with both of my parents, their relationship was getting worse. It was not a healthy situation for anyone in the house. What I mean about not being healthy is that my mother and father were damaging one another, emotionally and verbally, which my brothers and I would watch everything. Every day was the same routine, we forgot how it was to have a peaceful home. Around that moment, I honestly never thought divorce was going to be their solution.

My grandparents came with me, and since I did not trust my parents, I was always glued to them. At times, when my parents wanted to talk to me, I would be stubborn, and when I did talk, I talked to them directly with bad manners. My parents wanted to take me to places and do activities together, but I would always stay home with my grandparents unless they went with me. This continued on for several weeks, until my grandparents had to go back to China. When they left, I felt abandoned and frustrated. They had spent the past five years raising me, and now they were leaving me behind with people I barely

When I was a pre-teen, my parents were not getting along for various reasons and started arguing often, which ultimately led to their divorce in 2011. I felt a great deal of responsibility because I was an older brother, honor student, and participated in many athletic events or programs at Resaca Middle School. I became

Throughout my life I never really had parents; coming home to a drug abuser who was constantly zoned out was a normal day. I wasn't loved or even thought of as a child. My biological parents never once came to my awards or conferences. I used to lie to my childhood friends and say that my parents had to constantly work. In reality they didn't care at all.As a child I had both of my parents; when I grew up everything collapsed. I was in 7th grade when I realized that my life would change dramatically. My biological mother fell deeply into drugs, as for my biological father he left without saying anything. At the age of 12 , I was placed with a family friend, while my biological mother was in rehabilitation.

Before I was born my parents had broken up and decided things between them would not work. When I was born my mother had custody of me, and my father was unsure that I was his child until they had gotten the results of the paternity test. My father fought for custody of me from the day he found out that I was his child because he knew he could provide a safer and more stable life for me than my mother. While living with my birth mother I was exposed to drugs and I was frequently left at strangers houses because my mother was either working or

My father's father was a raging drunk who became extremely violent when intoxicated. He was physically and emotionally abusive towards my father and his two siblings He was also sexually abusive towards my father and his two siblings. My grandfather would often become physically abuse towards my grandmother, who would then turn on my father and his siblings. My father, and his siblings, all struggled with alcohol and drug abuse issues, which continued into their married lives. My mother and father were married when they were both very young by today's standards. My mother had just turned 20 and my father was just a couple months shy of his 24th birthday. According to my mother things were harmonious for the first few months. They both got along well and my father was the "picture perfect" husband. The first instance of physical abuse between my mother and father occurred while she was still pregnant with me, when he began choking her for attempting to leave him. According to my mother, the first instance of physical abuse with me occurred when I was four years of age. The first instance of sexual abuse with me occurred when I was around the age of 6 or

I did not really like going over to my father’s house when I was younger. I was so used to my mother and her mom, I did not really know my father’s family. Every once in awhile I would have to go stay with my dad and his mother. I remember I used to cry for my Grandma Peaches (my mother’s mom) every time I had to spend the night. My nana said I even used to cuss at her because I did not want them doing my hair, or even picking out my outfit for the day. But once I got older, it got better for me being with them.

They always expected a lot from me but I just wanted to follow my own path. I know I maybe should've done what they said to avoid their wrath but I could honestly care less about what they wanted from me. Besides I'm not the only child in the family. But then again, my brother was... Never mind.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.