The Life Of My Life : My Crappy Life

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

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Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

I don’t really know the reason why they got a divorce, but when they did, I was devastated, because my mom has a lot of children to hang out with her and my dad only has three children, my two younger siblings and I, and I’m pretty sure none of us know how to drive. I always fear to this day since their divorce that when I’m at the other parent's house for the week that the parent that whose house I’m not at will pass away and I won’t know because they won’t be able to tell anyone. My older siblings don’t really visit my dad and he has no family in Idaho, they are living in Florida, and some of my older siblings live somewhere else. I only have three older siblings, they are all in different places, they live in Utah, Detroit, and Ucon.

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

My earliest moments of memory are of me in a bar. I never sat in that stool again after one particular night. My mom “buzz kill” came in the bar and flipped. My dad was very intoxicated, and my mom was not having it. She cursed my dad out, got in his face, and was out. Dragging me out of the bar with her I remember my dad chanting, “I’m free. I’m free”. My mom cried a lot that night. Her tears were not shed in front of me but in the shower. She would cry in that shower for a long time, and then come sleep with me. I slept with her up until the age of around 10. I would be so upset with my dad the day after he spent hours at the bar, but I always apologized to him for being mad. My mom and him had “words”, and he sobered up… kind of. There was a lot more to my dad’s alcoholism, but my mom shielded me from a majority of it. After my dad drastically changed his life, we got hella close. We bonded even more after my mom started poppin’ pills. “I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down.” She took pain pills, sleeping pills, my grandma’s pills, my grandpa’s pills, or basically any pills she could. I didn’t understand it, I still don’t. I still think its because I wasn’t good enough for

His name was Eugene, the one that started my mom on smoking cigarettes, never worked a day in his life, and devoted more attention to the Xbox than he did anything else, all while my mom is struggling to pay the bills and put food on the table. Then there is Tad he sticks around for four years, we lived in nice homes, but we always seemed to end backup to square one, living with his dad, which was not the best environment to be raised in. After Tad, comes along Jay, seems like a good guy, but could never be opposite. He talks my mom into moving to Ingram, okay that’s fine not to much of a difference from Harper or Kerrville Texas. But wait there is definitely more, he convinces her to move up to Dallas with his family. This marked the 17th time we had moved houses. To top it all off Jay was an abusive alcoholic, who would physically and verbally abuse my mom, which also led to her drinking, and I’m thinking to myself when is it ever going to end, and for once I would pray and hope that there would be someone after him. After about nine months, we were on the road again back to square one. By this time Mom had changed a lot, compared to who she used to

My mom couldn't leave him because she didn't know where to go and she was in the process to get her papers and for that to happened she had to marry him. We lived with him about four years and we had that abuse for him about three years. My mom had two other kids in 2005 and 2007. In 2007, my mom and step dad got divorced and we moved with my grandma and at the time she just had recently came and time passed and she fell in love with this other dude so we moved in his apartment and we had to start a new school, new things, new opportunities. So years passed and passed and we were living happy and we were just getting our life together. In 2015, my mom left him because he started drinking and mistreating us well me he used to pull my hair, calling me rude things and that when i started being depressed again my life has always been all around. I still remember the day he left even with all the abuse i love my step fathers. Life sometimes takes us into pad paths but in the future you can decide to choose a good path. I remember when he left it's stuck in my head because it was most terrifying

My stormy emotions might be one reason that my memory of this time is not perfect. I remember resenting my parents' girlfriends and boyfriends even though in retrospect some of them were nice people. I felt guilty if I behaved civilly towards them, but equally guilty if I did not. At other times, I tried to shut out the fact that my parents were divorcing, and simply focused on my own emotional issues. I did not want to talk about the subject with my parents; I did not want to be their confidant. I felt that I had to assume an adult level of maturity that I was not really willing or able to shoulder at the time.

In seventh grade I had my first real boyfriend. His name was Damonte Davis. He was a football player and he also played basketball. He was really fun for me to be around but he was a toxic person in my life. I got my first kiss ever from him. I thought he was the cutest guy in the world and I thought I was going to marry him. Well that’s what all kids the when they THINK they’re in love. My mom couldn’t stand him. She knew things that I clearly didn’t understand. She knew that he wasn’t could for me. She knew that he wouldn’t help me grow into the person that I needed to be. To me Damonte was the only support I had though. I felt like he was the only guy that supported me and had my back. This period of my life my dad wasn’t

During my last year of being in Arizona, my father was deployed in Afghanistan and it was my 12th birthday and my mom got really drunk one night and cheated on my father. After that was found out my parents got a divorced and I was in the middle of a custody battle, and I was torn away from my mother because "she

In 2004 I stayed with my grandparents in Orlando, Florida. Where I lived the basic childhood life. I went to school, did homework, and after that my grandma would force us to change out

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I will be interviewing a twenty year old that personally experienced the absence of her father after her parents divorce she will answer a set a questions that will helps us get a deeper insight on what a child of divorced parents come across.