Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening. My own two children Fin and Max are deciding to leave and disappear out of my life, for what could be forever. How am I suppose to go on living my life, when I know that they are out there in a dangerous and scary world. Where bombs and nuclear weapons can explode at any time. They should have stayed, they need me. I am their mother. I could have protected them, given them a place to stay and given them food.
Did I make the wrong decision letting them go? Should I have been more forceful? Making sure they stay? Should I have got the army involved? Oh, why didn’t I do anything to stop them! I am such a horrible mother, I should have never let them go. Now, I will NEVER see them again!! I have no family. NO FAMILY LEFT! (Yells) How am I ever going to move on and forgive myself?
I can’t believe they left me, they choose their friends over me. (Annoyed) BUT! Oh, I can’t blame them. I left them when they were just kids. I was supposed to protect them, that’s my job. Yet, did I ever really protect and look after them? I should have never left them in the first place. I can’t believe I chose my job over my children. Oh, (Raise hands onto forehead) why did I leave my family for my career? Was my career really worth all this? Losing my only two sons. They probably think I didn’t want to be at home with them anymore. But that’s not true. I was just offered a lot of amazing jobs, ones that I couldn’t resist and miss out on any longer.
After being dropped off from dance late at night, I was expecting to walk into a silent house where everyone was asleep. Instead, I walked into my living room to find the rest of my family sitting on the couch with the television off, which was strange for my family. It was clear they were waiting for me to get home, so I sat down too. My mom and dad exchanged a look and a sigh then turned back towards my brother and me. They babbled absently for a few minutes, then, my mom quickly spit out the words, as if ripping off a Band-Aid, "We are moving back to Arizona." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before I burst into tears. I could not imagine why my parents would decide to separate me from my best friends six months before we were supposed to
After making the decision to leave it divided up my family in more ways than one. For a while, I always asked myself how could my mother do that to me, at that age, what did I do so wrong. My family
people think I hurt my children in order to be with a man.. that is so far from the truth.”
Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).
Over 7,500 animals are killed in zoos because they are deemed surplus, as stated by Liz Tyson an animals rights activist. This giraffe in particular sparked a huge controversy. HIs name was Marius, he was homed at the Copenhagen Zoo and was 2 years old when the staff killed him with a bolt gun. Marius was then dissected and fed to lions in front of ongoing zoo goers. What got people fuming is that he was a healthy, young giraffe. Therefore I believe the killing of Marius should not be justified.
not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.
I lived in military housing a little distance from base with my father Richard, mother Susan, sister Jewelia, and brother Ryan. When Richard got deployed to Iraq and Kuwait, Jewelia, Ryan, and I were left in Fulda with Susan. Due to being young, knowledge of what was going on escaped me. My only thoughts were the absence of daddy and the world changing around me. Jewelia was three and doing what toddlers do, but Ryan was nine, going on ten, and starting to rebel. Ryan developed a behavioral problem, started showing signs of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, also known as ADHD, and depression. Ryan would terrorize the dogs, Jewelia, and me. During the time of Richard's deployment, Ryan would abuse Jewelia on a daily basis by slamming her fingers in the door or shoving her down. Susan would ask what happened, and Ryan would always blame me. Half the time Susan would believe Ryan, and the other times she wouldn’t. You could say that it was almost always a pull of the straw day, lucky one day but not so much the next. Ryan started stealing and sneaking out of the house. He even stole money out of Susan’s purse on Mother’s Day to buy her a Mother’s Day gift. Susan was so angry, but Ryan’s excuse was that “It was the thought that counts”, and he ate her chocolates. As we got older, Ryan worsened. He was in and out of juvenile detention for smoking weed, stealing, and destroying Richard and
God had a plan for you and you need to look at your future. You need to decide what is right and how you are going to live the rest of your life. Ask yourself. Do you really want your kids to grow up like you did? Or Do you want to live like this the rest of your life? LIfe should be about being successfully and happy for what you have. Not being thrown around like you don’t belong in one place. I would never treat my kid the way my parents treated me. You put a kid into this world and I feel like you should make it happy and help your child have a successfully life. But like i said life goes on and god will always have a plan for you. No matter what life throws at
As I have mentioned before, I have 11-year-old twin daughters. What I have not told many people is that a year ago, June 3, 2007 they went to live with my parents because of my illness. I got really manic that summer and I decided enough was enough. I did not want my daughters to watch me go through another bought of my illness. I felt that they deserved happiness, and stability and I knew that my parents could and would provide both of these things for my girls. In the state that I was in, I decided to just leave, while they were at school, without saying goodbye. Instead, I left a letter telling them goodbye and why I had to go. I will regret that as long as I live because the way that I handled the situation hurt them terribly. In my defense, all I can say is that I felt that what I was doing was the right thing to do at the time, and I also know that had I faced them and tried to tell them goodbye I would not have been able to walk out the door and leave them, because I do love them very much and I did what I thought was in their best interest. My parents, however, will tell you a different story. They do not understand my illness nor do they even try to. Again, I can identify with Andrew,
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It was tough going from raising just your own child to two others that were not your own. The probems I endured with his children began to affect our relationship. In addition to that, our communication was lacking immensly, which drove us apart. Eventually, we had a nasty break up and he wanted us out. I had no job and nowhere to go. My only choice was to move in with my sister in Texas. I immediately felt like this was the correct thing to do. Just run away from all my problems. Deep down, I was ashamed. I felt like I was taking the easy way out instead of fighting for my relationship and
They did everything they could. But they're not here any more, and I'm going in a downward spiral. My life has been going in a pattern, a cycle since I was about sixteen. It's gotten worse recently. I feel as though there is nothing that can stop me from being alone.
“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.
Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.
Having escaped rule from a tyrannical British government, the United States was founded on ideals of freedom and equality for all people. These fantasies of universal egalitarianism turned out to be merely that: fantasies. American history is full of stories of the oppressed struggling to get the rights they deserve and of the controversy over these issues that consequently ensues. “The Hypocrisy of American Slavery” by Frederick Douglass and “We Shall Overcome” by Lyndon B. Johnson are two speeches made confronting two of these issues. Douglass’s speech, delivered in 1852, condemns the institution of slavery and maintains that slaves are men and are therefore entitled to freedom. Johnson’s speech, on the other hand, was written in 1965 and discussed the civil rights movement. In it, he implored local governments to allow all American citizens, regardless of race, to vote. Despite the significant gap in time between these two addresses, both speakers use similar persuasive techniques, including ethos, pathos, and parallelism, to convince their audience that change needs to be implemented in America.