Step One-3 Important Events

There were many other losses that occurred as a result of the divorce of my parents. We had to move so I also lost my home. My mom became a single income family and we suddenly were financially insecure. My dad, who was my hero, was suddenly not a part of my everyday life. My mom became withdrawn and depressed and so in a sense I lost my mom too. All these changes and losses make this one incident in my young life the most significant. The effects of the divorce of my parents followed me well into my twenties.

The first event that has touched my life greatly is when my grandfather passed away due to cancer. This has deeply affected me because it was the first time I have witnessed a family member dying. My grandpa and I were very close towards the end of his life and it was hard to let him go. Before this happened, it was very hard to talk to my family about anything and made me a closed person. Due to keeping my emotions in, it was difficult to share my feelings with them but then I realized I could talk to my mom. I started to become more open to share

    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

My relationship with my father had shaped all my experiences with my friends, family, school and even careers.

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

One thing that impacted my life was coming to job corp. Job corps really has changed my life around in many ways and the way I think about everyday life. In life I have been to juvenile 2 times and to jail three times. One thing about me when I dropped out of high school I started being in the streets and not caring about life I didn’t realize all thing bad things I was doing. For a moment my own mom said she didn’t know who I was anyone because how I was living.

I would have to say that the most significant event in my life that has and will affect my

If there’s one event that has made a huge impact in my life it would have to be a roll over car accident that my parents, aunt, and I were when I was in sixth grade. This car accident has impacted me negatively by leaving me with PTSD and positively by figuring out what career I am pursuing.

Another thing that has made a significant difference in my life is that my biological father passed away when I was only two years old. Because of a hunting accident, my dad’s life

And he hasn’t made a visible effort to contact me. I remember when I was little and thought that my father could do no wrong. He walked on water and it was always my mother that was the so-called “bad guy.” It never clicked in my mind that he could be human and make mistakes. There is a book by a man named Herzog titled Father Hunger: Explorations with Adults and Children. After eighteen years of being raised by a single mother, I relate to this book; I now realize that many aspects in this book describe me. The term “Father Hunger” means “the unconscious longing experienced by many males and females for an involved father (source 1).” That said, I can now see that during the limited, short amounts of time I’d spent with my father as a child, I was yearning, hungering for his approval and acceptance. That acceptance and approval was never received though. Maybe becoming a father at seventeen years old was too much to handle. Maybe now he is trying to live out his stolen youth. I can’t hold that against him. However, I will always be bitter that my mother never got that

She told me she'd be back for me. I remember her calling me saying she's coming for me, but she never showed up. It was heartbreaking as a child, growing up without parents in my daily life. I never got the embarrassment parents are supposed to do, or the protectiveness from my dad. I would cry myself to sleep at night just wishing I had them both back. It's been 10 years, I've grown up. I'm so mature and smart. It's really sad that I can keep a job but my own mother can't. I've tried reconnecting with her, it's a slow process but it's going good. I can't do anything about my father though, he's a lost cause. Life is a bag of shit sometimes but you just gotta ignore it and move on. I've fucked up a lot, I wish some things I could take back but then I wouldn't be who I am now. I carry a lot of emotional baggage with me, A list of past histories, and A tragic backstory. I've had my heart broken more than once, and I've been used more than I can remember. I just hope that this relationship I'm in now last a fucking long time, because holy hell this guy, I pretty much worship him. He's everything to me. He's the type who doesn't complicate my life, he makes it easier to life

Being only a couple months old my mom and dad split up, due to the fact the my dad was hitting my mom. My dad went to jail and when he got out and went back to the house there was only a chair and a table in the house. When I was one my dad brought Jennifer Rickey home to the house along with all four of her children. She is still my step mom to this day. I get along with her really good, I can tell her everything. I tell her everything that I won’t even tell my mom. Sometimes it’s hard that my dad took better care of her children than he ever did his own. He has two other children, Donny and Michael, with a lady named Vicki that he was married to before he was with my mom. Michael wants nothing to do with my dad or even me. I don’t understand why he doesn 't want anything to do with me. I feel like he thinks that our dad is actually a father to me, but wasn 't for him in all honesty he wasn’t he was in and out of jail and never paying the

Growing up as a child my parents have struggles slot to make sure that me and my sisters were sheltered and well feed. My dad has been the hard working man of the family providing us with money to get the things we wanted. I've always looked up to my dad because he's always stood by me as I tried to forte in life. about 2 years ago my mom and I got a call from my dads coworkers saying that he was being rushed to the hospital because he passed out at work. They sent him to fairfax inova hospital and once we got there the doctor said he was dehydrated and that he needed to rest which didn't make sense to me because my dad doesn't get sick. It took about a week for my dad to recover from the incident and he was back on his feet working, healthy,

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

I had decided to follow the path of an elementary school teacher so that I would be off, when my daughter was off from school. I began teaching the year she entered Kindergarten. I bought a house and I taught for three years before a friend asked me to move back to Cozumel to help her run her internet sales tour company. My daughter and I moved back to Cozumel. A few years later, I met and married truly the best person, inside and out, that I know. We lived there for 6 years and had planned on moving back to the US in August of 2010 for my daughter to attend high school in the US. Unfortunately, and very unexpectedly, my father passed away. He had a heart attack and had some stints put in. The doctors were telling us he was going to be moved out of the Intensive Care Unit and into a room. I spoked to my dad on the phone daily and he kept insisting everything was fine, but after a few more days in ICU, I decided I needed to come see him and two days later, with my sister and I at his side, he passed away. He seemed very healthy and was very proactive in getting checkups so it came to a shock to all of us. My stepmother was so used to my dad doing everything, she didn’t even know how to access their bank accounts online. She had no clue about the bills or where to even find them. My sister, who was very close to my dad both emotionally and financially totally lost it. Again, I was faced with being the “strong one” who picked out a casket, chose songs for the service and wrote the obituary among other funeral duties. Seeing how lost both my stepmother and sister were, I decided to move back to Texas that same month of May instead of waiting until August. My husband moved to Texas the following year and here we have been ever since. My daughter finished high school and went to college as planned. Since