Personal Narrative Essay : The Father Of The Family

Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out.

Growing up I was not the luckiest person. My parents created me to fix their relationship, that did not work out of course. So obviously they got a divorce, but they got a divorce three days before my second birthday.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

Initially, Carlos (aka Charlie) was court ordered for treatment to explore his issues with substance abuse, when he was arrested for driving while intoxicated. During subsequent sessions, Charlie spoke of his early childhood struggles with being accepted by his family and his rebellious behaviors. Currently, Charlie still explores his issues with his self-esteem while he blames others for the way he feels about himself. However, Charlie had expressed feelings of anger towards those around him including his girlfriends, ex-wives, manager, directors, and co-workers proclaiming them all as losers and himself as a “Winner!” He has commented to reporters that he has no anger issues and it is everyone else’s problem with the way he acts not his,

I look back at some of your sayings and at the time I did not comprehend them, but now knowing your story I understand your intention. For instance, the time my friends made fun of my roller skates and you said with disgust “Friends? Your friends?...If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! (Spiegelman 6). As a boy, admittedly that was a bit much, but I get the meaning now.

1. I packed only casual clothes for my trip. A pair of jeans, two T-shirts, and a sweater.

Sometimes you used to tell me you were so tired and tight with the schedule you had and asked my help but I ignored that because I didn't understand your existence and your value in this world I didn't want to be distracted on my own schedule of enjoying myself with smartphone and TV. Now I am learning the life how thought it is without you and our little boy.

The first maybe 12 years of our lives together you were pretty mean to me. You would make wait 3 feet behind you for the bus, wait to get inside, push me in the snow, and overall just harass me. These are just a few of the hundreds of ridiculous, cruel things I had to deal with. However, I believe this made us closer. Now we get along great and I don’t know where I would be without you. You’ve made me a stronger person and

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

I was obsessed emotionally with finding you and making you safe. I knew you hated me but all I could think of is how much I love you and the primordial desire I had to reach into the river or gulf and bring you home to your life. I personally have been unable to focus on even the basics of my life without the shame I am experiencing and the continuous interruption of thought due to my feeling of humiliation, guilt, and remorse. This is the last letter I will write as part of my addiction program. It is the last because it is the hardest for me to understand. Trying to understand how I could love someone so much and treat her so poorly is a concept that I fight to come to terms. I believe I have been a good parent to you but I simple do not understand my decompensating. My therapist tells me this is all part of family, alcoholism and stress and the motto of the lessons are ?the best apology is changed behavior?. I however will always question where my anger arises from and have vowed to fight a better battle with tools other than alcohol. As I close these thoughts I want you to know that my stress, behavior, and argument with you has nothing to do with what developed

When I was younger something awful happened to me. I changed schools and I started dating a boy from my new school. Throughout our 3 month relationship he was mentally abusive, controlling, possessive, and it ended up badly for both of us. He came to my school and shot me 4 times with a .44 magnum. Later I would find out that I was almost 4 months pregnant.

I felt like I was being neglected. I was wrong about all of that. I was only paying attention to myself, and being selfish, and I deserved to feel that way because I was just being a little shit. You have every right to feel how you feel towards me. I didn’t think you did, but holy cow I’m an idiot. I wouldn’t have put up with that shit for as long as you did. I was the biggest douche in the world. Once that clicked for me, my heart just dropped. Thank you for being as caring and selfless as you were to me. I didn’t deserve any of your attention and you still gave it to me. I have seen how much you love me, and babe I’ve never felt more lucky or thankful to have a girl as perfect as

anyone who truly cared about me knew that. “He's a deadbeat, jackass, horrible father. If he was half of-” that's when I cut her off. “Don't talk about my father like that. I'll see you next weekend. Goodbye,” and with that I hung up. It only lead to more rage.

Researchers have always said that opposites attract. They couldn’t have been more right in my parents’ case. My mom and dad have many differences and few similarities, but they get along all the same. My mom is very timely, organized, quiet, and conservative; whereas, my father is the complete opposite of all of these traits. One similarity they have is that they both love to be active and outside. My mother and father go together like icing and cupcakes, but despite their compatible traits, like being sporty, they have very different personalities and views.

My father, Nat Umpornpuckdi was born on October 24, 1962 in Bangkok, Thailand. His parents Wanna Umpornpuckdi (mother) and Kanit Umpornpuckdi (father) and Pam Ratawessnant (sister) were all well educated people. My father was primarily home schooled up until sixth grade due to my grandfather Kanit needing to move around frequently due to his job. After being home schooled, he was sent to a boarding school called Bangkok Christian College for the remaining years of his education starting at age 11.