Personal Narrative Analysis

At that moment I realized that I hurt her. She was hoping this one time I would follow the rules. She stood up for me, told my dad that I was responsible enough now to have the house to myself and I stabbed her in the back. She tried to talk but she could not get the words out. The only words I heard come from her mouth was, “I'm disappointed in you son.”. I heard it clearly, it was sharp like the tip of a fine knife. I wanted to kill myself.

She then made me get in the car and said I was going to my dad’s, I was relieved. I was terrified of her so I sat in the back seat, during the car ride she continued to yell and scream and reached around several times to punch me again. Finally I had enough, I stopped her fist from hitting me again. This made her furious, the fact that I fought back. It was two in the morning, she put the child locks on the car so I couldn't escape and drove into an empty, dark parking lot behind some old building, she started screaming that she was going to kill me, I was scared for my life. She parked the car and punched me again and again, choked me, slammed my head against the seat, pulled my hair and scratched me. I was no match for her but I fought back the best I could, I started to fade away, started to see black as I struggled to breathe, I gave up, I stopped trying to get her off of me. She then got back into the driver's seat, I just laid there, paralyzed in terror. She ends up taking me back to her house, she knows if anyone sees how badly i'm beat she can get in trouble, she forces me to get out of the

Ever since I was only a few months old, my birth mother put drugs and herself before anyone else, including my father and I. My father is originally from Saudi Arabia and came to America for better opportunities and to make his family proud. After a few months of living in Oklahoma, he met my mother and they ended up getting married. They soon found out that my mother was pregnant with me and they were both elated. After I was born, my father began to notice that my mother was acting strangely and not being herself; this was obviously a result of her getting back on drugs. My father did not have the prior knowledge that my mother had been on drugs and had quit them multiple times before having met him. One night my father came home from work

At the age of twenty nine, I faced an inevitable, drastic, and ultimately life changing decision. My options were limited, with no stress-free path to select. One path led down a very dark road, one that would have led to an abrupt end to my own life. The other route led to personal happiness, however, met with great sacrifice. Being that I felt strongly against the first option, I chose the second path. A reset button was pressed.

I had tried everything to avoid being in the house I had laid on the trampoline, I had laid in my room, and I had laid in the bathtub. When at random my aunt came running into the house yelling for my mother. “CPS is looking for Anna. Heather someone reported sexual assault.” and with that my life was flipped upside down. It was a long process of talking to a caseworker and long glares from my mother and eventually our car pulled into the driveway and as they speak of the devil and he shall appear. I was in a full on panic and everything was turned against me I told the cops one thing and mike and my mother would fire back with another. It was still my fault even when the social worker told me it wasn’t, it somehow still became my fault. My aunt stuck by my side most of that day even when my mom told her to get away from me. My own mother didn’t believe me when I needed her most she believed a man who had deceived her and manipulated her to many times. That night mike was told to stay away from the house until further notice and I felt as though I could finally breathe and before I knew it, it was gone again. My mom that night would not speak to me she would glare and shove me out of the way anytime she had something to tell me she would tell my brother to tell me. Before I knew it she

I called my father and told him I wanted to leave my mother’s house. I didn’t want to stay in a house where I was emotionally abused. However, he denied my request. He felt he could never be able to win the case. I figured it was because of how manipulative my mother was, but that wasn’t it. My mother has a better house and a more stable job than my father. There was no responsible way out of a place where I was unwanted and unhappy. I remember staying locked in my room for several weeks. My mother never seemed to notice my disappearance. I believe that she knew what was going on with me, but she had “better things” to worry about. To this day, I still suffer with depression and deal with the same problems at home, but I don’t let it affect my school work. I know my mother loves me, but I feel as if she picks favorites and I am the last one on the

When you’re younger you don’t really think of the negatives from not doing homework. I know when I was younger, I often found myself pushing everything off till the last minute and as a result my grade would never be as good as my sisters. My sister was the prodigy child and since she was two years older than me, I was always held to her standards. Everything she did I was two steps behind and that ate me alive. That was the one way she knew how to get under my skin and she loved to rub that in my face.

As I typed back my response it hit me. This is writing, and I was writing to communicate.

When it was my time to help other people and their families it was such a great experience because I never knew how felt if the hurricane and how would they feel if they didn’t have a home to go to. When I met this one lady she was crying because only she could think about is her home and if she will be able to have a home to go back too after all this over. But everybody knew they wasn’t destroyed. It’s sad how all these families had to travel to Augusta just because it was a hurricane. It’s also bad because these kids had to travel because they didn’t know why where they staying in our gym. Even though they didn’t bring anything, we made sure they had everything they needed and also made sure they were comfortable. When they got there we

I knew my life was going to change completely, I wouldn’t see him every day. Who would I cry out for help when my mom gets angry?

A few weeks later, around late May, she moved all of her stuff into her new house. It was a fairly nice house. Me and my brother, Chase, went up their after school was over for about a week and a half, it was fun being up there but i sure did miss being home in Lincolnton. We rode four wheelers and went camping. It was fun while it lasted. My mom and dad met at this Mcdonald's in Salisbury, i was so ready to be in Lincolnton but not ready to leave my mom. I haven't seen my mom since then. She always told me and my brother that “I will never leave you and your brother behind, in love yall to much to do something like that”. Well that obviously wasn't true. Everything she told me about my dad and his past was not true either. Everything she told me was lies, you could say that i grew up on

Ever since that night I have notice more and more of the abuse that was going on in this household, and tried my very best the make sure none of my sibling were seeing it or being in the middle of it. I wanted to do that same with my mom, but she was busy trying to protect us instead. The scariest and worse thing that happened was going back to my dad’s at the end of the summer. I didn’t want to leave my sisters or my mom with this psychopath.

My mother eloped extremely young, which was not uncommon because she lived in Somalia. The happiness she eloped for was turned into deceit and heartache. My father, who is about five years older than my mom, cheated on her, twice. The first time she forgave him but, the second time well, that was the last straw. The second time, around the same time I was born, my mom was so furious that my father had to leave the house and he was not allowed to see me. After weeks of separation, they finally attained a divorce and after that I rarely saw my mom. Once my father was out of the picture, my mom had to be the man and woman of the house. When she was not in the house cleaning or cooking, she was out selling clothing and other merchandise. And when I say she was selling products, I do not mean she had a store. My mother would go out, carrying all her products on her back, and going door to door trying to make profit so she can provide for us. The only times my mother was

Majority of the time I would live with my mother in Chestermere because my dad would be gone for one month then be back for five to seven days. When he would go we wouldn’t skype anymore because of excuses. Eventually this really caused a divide in the family. After my dad doing this for over a year and a half my mom had soon found out during this that my dad was cheating on her. My mom almost every night after school lock herself in her room and completely ignore Simon and I. Simon and I were in charge of making our lunches and also making dinner, practically taking care of ourselves and each other instead of having a parent looking and taking care of us. Soon our family became very anti social towards each other and people around us. Almost every night my mom would be drinking alcohol. One night at two in the morning I heard very loud yelling coming from out in the hall/ my moms room. I automatically had assumed that my dad had came home or my parents were fighting. Eventually I decided that I would go check out what was happening. Almost every light was on in the whole house and about five police officers were in my house. Frantically I had tried to figure out what was happening by myself but a woman police officer had noticed that me and my brother were out of our rooms and quickly came to assist to us. “ Your mom has

My mother’s parents had quite a hostile relationship. My grandmother was pregnant at the time she married my grandfather. When my mother’s father divorced her mother to be with another woman, she became bitter and angry. She would say horrible things about him and she would not allow my mother and her siblings to have any contact with their father. Her mother never remarried, and my mother believes that she was still in love with her father. The lack of communication with her father probably caused my mother to have lingering trust issues, fear of abandonment, skepticism of love, fears of commitment, a dating life with men who reminded her of her father, and a noted lack of self-esteem.