My Speech On My Life

When I was growing up my parents had and still a very turbulent relationship. My parents kept me pretty sheltered from it all, but a person can only hide so much for so long. My dad has a drug problem and my mom has a problem with that, along with some other things. I still, to this day, do not know why my mom stays with him. I love both of my parents a lot and know that they will always and have always done everything they can for

My mom and her boyfriend at the time, would continue to argue nearly every day. It got to the point, to where I tried running away from the apartment multiple times, of course, I never succeeded. At the age of 10 I experienced fighting between my dad and step-mom. In the beginning I thought it was only a 1-time thing. But as it continued, I realized it wasn’t. Me, having to deal with fighting before, stepped- in to break up the fight to protect my siblings. The fights were always verbal, but I didn’t want my siblings to witness what I have had to many times before. I would take my siblings downstairs, my little sister being 3 years younger than me, and my brother by 10 years. I hoped it would at least help them, instead of developing a corrupted

I despised myself for being different. All I ever wanted was to fit in, but I couldn't even do that... Because in my mind it would taunt me constantly, just saying I'm worthless and everyone thinks I'm weird or ugly, a show-off... It just seemed to never end. All this feeling caused was poison to relationships with friends and family, low self-esteem, isolation, shyness, and mumbling and simply not enjoying life as a kid. Even though after years of going through therapy and fighting with my parents a lot and having to grow up too soon. It felt as if I were being trapped in a bird cage while the outside's beauty just mocked you, while you're just cooped up in misery and desperately wanting to fly away. Majority time I always had this current state of mind thinking of just wanting to fade away from this world and not looking back and wondering if people would even notice when I'm gone.Rather than allowing this awful depression to spiral my life out of control, I decided that I was not going to let it get in the way of my goals for the future. The decision I made 4 years ago to start appreciating life still remains today and my outlook has changed on the whole situation

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

I was on my way to tutoring about to get into the car. When my parents get into an argument. It was a normal occurrence that happened every time. I already knew that my parents were getting a divorce. But I didn’t expect anything bad from the argument but it began to get physical.

At the beginning of my sophomore year my parents would have many issues. Towards the middle they decided to end their problems by having a divorce. Little did we know how it would end. Once the divorce was finalized my father made a horrible decision.

It all began when I was in my fifth year if elementary school, my parents were constantly fighting; mostly because my dad would come home really late. Sometimes the fighting would be verbal, and other times it would get physical. Even though my parents may not know this, my siblings and I would wake out of sleep and just listen to them carry on. Whenever it got really bad we would force ourselves to go to sleep. One fight I will never forget is when my dad decided to go party without telling my mom. He’d came in the house about 1:30 a.m. the next morning. I was up playing my brother's Playstation because for some reason I couldn't sleep that night. Once they started arguing, I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Just when I had thought it had all dialed down, I heard a big shatter. Me knowing my dad never hit my mom, even after she hits him, I instantly ran into their room. Glass was everywhere. And I knew, this was only the beginning.

Congratulations on graduating from Cathedral High School! You have been put in so much effort, determination, and hard work into school these past four years. You are graduating with an excellent GPA while at the same time participating in many activities, church, and working your job at Target. Your demonstration of priorities has been very impressive to me and you certainly have found a good balance!

It all started before I was in school, so I was probably about three or four I can’t remember exactly how old I was. I know that I remember my mom and my dad always fighting. I would be playing or doing something with my mom or my dad until the other got home from work. Then I would leave and go to my toy room to play with my toys so I could get away from the arguing. They did try and make my life as best as they could while I was with them both, but I could tell that it wasn’t easy for them. Eventually they ended up getting a divorce. They both dated people here and there, but they didn’t really have anyone very serious for a couple years. My mom found her person she would marry first.

So I remember like it was a couple of days ago. I was going to my counseling session in my town's hall and my mom walked me in and I began my session and right before it started, my dad came up and was surprised to see my mom there and said that this was his turn to sit in on my counseling and my mom said that no it wasn't and they had a big fight over it and finally my dad walked down the stairs and left my mom and I and never came back.

I've been taught many things by many people in my life, but I believe that the person who has taught me the most is my mother. My mother has taught me several important things I will need to know right now as well as when I am older, such as, how to react to situations, things about the Bible, and how to handle things that involve boys.

During my sophomore year of high school, I went through a period of my life where I disliked everything about myself. I could not look myself in the mirror because my body disgusted me. I did not look people in the eye because subconsciously I thought that they were all judging. I told people that I did not believe in love and for a while I thought that God had abandoned me. I cried myself to sleep at night because I wanted to disappear and never feel like what I was feeling. Dislike is saying it softly, I hated myself. Suicide was not an option for me because I figured when you are at your lowest you must find something worth living for.

I always witnessed the fights my parents had, when I was really young I just did not understand it; so every time my parents fought I just filled myself with fear of not knowing what was going on. At the end it was always the same, they always stopped fighting and even though the problem was not solved they just continue living under the same roof like nothing had

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.