The Love Of My Life

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

I may have not realised it but March 5, 2002 was the hardest day, even if I have no recollection of it. When you're 2 years old you don't recall much but snippets , like being given 2 small goldfish. Which is my only real memory of my father. Now for a while my aunt moved in after that day, I thought that was normal. Until I about was 5. I noticed many children getting picked up from daycare by their fathers. When I finally asked my mother where my father was she gave me a somber look and remained silent. Which was the response I’d constantly get she always had a difficult time communicating about him with me. It was hard- really hard. Especially when I learned the truth, about three years later.

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

All families experience their share of good times and bad times, I can remember so many wonderful times. Obviously, there were bad times, my parents fought a lot of the time too. I can remember being snuggled in bed, dreaming of lollipops and cotton candy gum drops, only to be woken by the sound of faint arguing through the walls; I never did let them know I heard. There were several occasions I can recall being scoped into my mother’s arms and packed into the car, we were running to my grandma’s house. It always went the same way in these situations, we would arrive at my grandma’s, my father would come and speak to my mother, and then we would go home again. I never really understood it; It was my first lesson in adulthood,doing things

In that time, I never really knew what happened. I would always question my mom but she told that he had business to take care of. But one night, I saw my mom crying and I went to comfort her only to see she was holding a picture of my dad. Then, I connected all the pieces together and finally figured it out. I never got to spend time with him since he was always on business trips, and now I never will. After my dad died, my mom changed. She was more controlling over me than ever and hovering me most of the time. I knew why though, she didn’t want to lose me the way she did with dad. That’s why I don’t complain that much because I know inside she still misses him and I do

My two sister were only 12 years old, my brother was 5 years, and I was only 3 when my dad shot himself. My mom distanced herself from, my two sisters, my brother, and myself. As the years passed, my sisters and my brother had grown a connection with my mom but I didn’t. When I turned twelve, I told myself that i needed a relationship with my mom because it had always been important to me since I lost my dad. Throughout that year I tried to have a connection with my mom. As me and my mom grown closer that year I turned thirteen and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I

It was the end of my senior year one month away from graduation. When I got home my parents said they had some good news; they looked at one another with glowing eyes. Were they having a special moment? No, they were hiding something from me and I could feel that something wasn’t right. They were happy about something I don’t think I’ve ever seen them that excited. My mother showed me an ultrasound imagine. I was going to have a baby sister .I asked how many months she was; she answered four. I was so upset that my mother would keep something like that to herself. I tried to putting a fake smile on my face but it was nearly impossible. Tears were running down my checks. I immediately went to my room. I knew that my mother felt awful it was my intention .I didn’t know what to feel on one side I had so much anger but on the other side I always wanted a younger sibling.

Back in 1994, my mother, Jill, married her first love: David Harbaugh. They met each other through family, and soon enough, we were all related. My dad’s best friend is Scott Schilling and my mother’s cousin is Scott Schilling; therefore, whenever the family got together, my dad always came along. Jill and David soon became best friends and partners. On June 11, 1994, they made their vows to always be there for each other. On June 20, 1999 (Father’s Day), I was born at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. My mom stated, “When I got to see you, my little girl, all I could do was cry because of how magical the moment was for me”. On the other hand, my dad told me, “that I was the best gift he could ever ask for”. They were both very happy and proud to give birth to me. However, soon after I was born, times got tough. My mom went to the doctor and they told her that they found ulcers in her colon: ulcerative colitis. Not only did she have ulcers, she also had a blood clot in her brain. This is the reason why my parents had to get a divorce. My mom told me that when she was sick, he was never

When I was younger about 12 maybe 13 years old I could tell you many wonderful things about my parents. They would always talk to one another, have smiles on their faces, they were practically joined by the hip. It was very rare for them to argue. However when they did argue things always got ugly. My mother would be crying for hours and my father would leave the house and not return for days on end. It came to no surprise when it surfaced that my father was cheating on my mother during those days. After that, the household dynamic shifted drastically. My mother became the breadwinner of the house while my father began doing less and less. Ultimately, my mother and father decided to separate. Looking back now, I can understand why they were

Over the next few months I noticed that my family seemed happy and were so excited for this baby. As for me, I thought it’s a baby it’s not a magic wand, but I don’t get me wrong I was very excited to have a new baby sister. My parents seemed happy and me and my brothers thought that maybe they could be in love again, even though we really knew that you can’t change the past, it would always be there no matter how hard you try to forget it. I didn’t know why the got the divorce the first time, but I remember it was because of something about my dad, and for the longest time I thought it was because of me being born and my dad not wanting anything to do with me. Once it reached the due date, and Avery was going to be coming soon, me and my brothers started getting nervous, we all helped my mom out and pitch in. That night I made dinner with my dad, and they my brothers cleaned up and did the dishes. I remember this day like it was yesterday. My mom was already laying down, and we all felt bad because she had been so uncomfortable those past few days. That night I woke up and went to my parents room, but when I got in there nobody was there. I look on the couch and I see someone I thought it was my brother so I was shaking him and saying wake up, but it turns out it was my grandma. I asked what she was doing here, and she told me that my parents went to the hospital and they were having my baby sister. She told me to go back to bed and we would go see her in the morning, then go to school. I went back to my room, but I couldn’t sleep I was so

I remember the intense feeling of exhaustion after spending a day at Dalton Prep School, then to fencing class, and then I died of boredom in a session with my private tutor, all stupid things my mother makes me do to be a more “wholesome” and “inspiring” girl as she likes to tell me. I walked up the stairs of our home on the Upper East Side, when the doorman politely questioned me about my day. Wow. Someone actually cared about my wellbeing, how refreshing. Immediately as I entered our home, my mother critiqued my outfit choice, clearly, she disliked the funky artist look I was sporting and made me change before we attended another tragically boring party. Lucky me… my mother forced me to attend another party that raised money for endangered monkeys or children in Africa, my mother could not

Yeah, I don’t really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn’t mean to but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings for you and I don’t do well with embarrassment or compliments. And It’s easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn’t really love you, to be honest I wasn’t really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I couldn’t see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn’t come through because I ignored you. Though it wasn’t intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of answering you because I didn’t know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn’t want you to buy me anything because I was fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that comment since I knew you weren’t going to

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

To start off, my mother and my father first got together when my mom was about fifteen years old and my father was twenty-four. They fell in love at first sight and a couple a years later I was born, following the birth of my younger brother two years later. Everything went well for the first four years, until my mother started working. My mothers new job started to cause my father jealously, because most of her co-workers were men. He mainly hated the fact she worked long hours and sometimes has double shift. A couple of weeks later, my parents started to constantly fight. My father would accuse her of cheating and that’s when it all started. Things escalated from there, until one day my dad tried to choke my mother.