The Voice Recorder On The Table I

Ever since we were born, we were told about how we were going to live our lives and what we were going to do with it. We all go through different experiences and problems, and we all see the “good life” in different ways. Everyone’s life

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

As the oldest of three siblings, I have had to do many things for myself that my younger brother and sister had done for them. For example, I had to fend for myself in attempting to obtain a driver’s license even paying someone to teach me to drive and take me to the exam, while my siblings had help from my mother in all aspects of the process. Also, the loss of my father has resulted in conflicts with the remaining parent, my mother. These conflicts were the result of economic struggle and disagreements about how to spend the monetary benefits left from my father’s passing. The position in my family as first‐born combined with the conflicts in my family, have led to life‐changing decisions such where to live, and what careers to pursue.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I promise I won’t do it again. Please forgive me.” this was all I could say. I had no excuse for my actions.

I think back on all the vacations I have been on in the past year, those nights out at the bars I have closed down, and all the date nights I have recently lavished girls with recently all while just placing my bills and responsibilities at the lowest of my concern. How are you going to begin this journey, what is going to change my mother ask of me. Well first let's make my daughter the only girl in my life, she definitely deserves to be. Second let's stop drinking, such a bad habit. Third let's just get happy with my family at home, no vacations I tell her. She responds with a smile and says, that's a great start. Upon realizing that they accepted my failure, and they support me in my changes I feel of even greater responsibility to succeed. I have fallen but I'm getting back

A few minutes later the mother came, and she was very upset and she apologized to her for the mistake that committed.

Although I had been in situations such as this before, she made me feel powerless, like a flower picked, only to be thrown back to the ground to wilt. Despite this, I was able to learn from what

All I did was tell her to leave me alone, I didn’t do anything wrong! My dad was way too eager to deal out punishments. He thinks just because he’s ‘wise’ he knows everything, sees everything, and hears everything. He couldn’t be more wrong. Yet now there’s no hope that he’ll change his mind, all because I told him I didn’t do anything wrong.

My entire life has been nothing but a disappointment. When I was a child, and my mother was “entertaining” another stranger, I would go out and explore the housing division we lived in. I tried to find my happy place; a place where I truly mattered to someone past a welfare check. While I was out on my excursions, I would come across a particular group of older kids.

As a biracial gay teenager, in what is now a dystopian Euro-America. The world can be relatively cruel to a kid like me. Not to mention, I have been orphaned twice and homeless due to my adopted parents untimely death in the past month. I’d say I miss them but they didn’t leave anything to me in their will, everything either went to my sister or other relative that i have never heard of. Also, I don’t miss them on the sheer fact that I may or may not be responsible for their untimely disappearance. We’ll return to that statement later for now my tragic life story

I never settled into that strange group home on Farris street, in the great state of Arkansas where my only relative told me she felt stuck. My mom always talked alot, she never stopped to listen, she said on that day, "I really gave you a great name, you know? Esmer. I made you so beautiful, what a beautiful name. At least the man I made you with didn't get in the way of that. You can really make something of yourself here, man what a chance! You have a chance here, you know." No. Because just like my mom, Mindy, who I remember to be tall with buldging green eyes and a mind so wondering, I wonder if she ever saw me or her surroundings as much as she saw her own yearnings; I've decided at 16 when life seems so inviting, shocking, daunting but

"It was horrible and there is no way I'm going back tomorrow!" I exclaimed to my mother. I felt that I had done every possible thing wrong and was greatly embarrassed by it. I explained to her all of my mixed emotions and recounted everything that had gone on. As I talked, I realized

Linda is a 36-year-old newly-divorced woman. Her early childhood experiences include her parents’ divorce. Due to her parents’ divorce and the following feelings of pressure to conform and agree to each parent, Linda has developed strong beliefs about her life, particularly her marriage. These are expressed through Linda’s dislike of divorce and her desire to keep her children happy and innocent, Linda feels that she has failed in both cases and feels guilty and responsible for ‘failing’. However, Linda did admit that her mother’s general disapproval and opinion that Linda was to blame for the divorce may have influenced her thoughts. Due to the sudden divorced her (ex)husband has imposed, Linda feels very confused and alone, and she has furthered that by sending her children away and not clearing things with her husband. Linda also does not know how to move forward in her life, and is hesitant to do anything if it may affect her children. As a result, Linda is very confused and mildly frustrated with the situation. Linda recognises that her memories and previous feelings about parents’ divorce may also be effecting her thoughts and feelings currently.

Today I reflected on my life and my ambitions and dreams. I also reflected on how I came to be where I am in my life. I can honestly say I like my job and the direction my life is going, finally. I have a wonderful wife that I know is the reason I am where I am today. I can take no credit for my job or even the education I am getting because she encouraged me to go back to school and continue my education or I would not have. These thoughts make me feel emancipated when I admit them because it is often hard for me to admit that my wife is the one who made me what I am and not myself. The decisions I made in my youth I know are a product of my own bad judgment and I cannot place that blame on anyone but myself. My children are grown, and we are not close in our relationship. I can only blame myself for my selfish attitude when they were young. I blame myself not only for not always being accessible to my children but because I chose to put my career as a detective before my children. This was no one else’s decision but my own and I have paid for these choices in many ways over the span of my life.

Was this really what my life was going to be? I have hopes and dreams like any other ordinary person. I’m just not allowed to fulfil them. In the end I suppose all my life I knew my fate was sealed. I just never wanted to accept it… ever. It was the evening my parents called me round for dinner that I knew it was coming. The only time my parents invite me round is if it is a special occasion.However, was it special or considered an occasion to me? No.