immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
Taking the Blame
If you read part 1, " He's the one!",you may be wondering, what happened within the family to put them against me in such a sudden and odd way. Why would they do such a thing? What did I do to bring this upon myself? Valid questions. My part was being immature and quick to temper. This is how it started and it unfolded like this.
By Existance Enthusiast6 years ago in Families
Paper Houses
When I was eight years old my father told me that we had money problems and so I brought him my piggy bank. What was only pennies and dimes to most were riches to me? Even with what meagre savings I had to offer, it was offered nonetheless. My father looked like he was going to cry.
By Becca Volk6 years ago in Families
The Kid Adult
So, it all started when I was nine years old, that’s when my parents had it tough. They would leave for work to pay of the rent, they couldn’t afford a babysitter so I had to stay and take care of my two younger siblings. We were a family of six at that time. Anyways I would stay home and literally babysit my brother and sister. I was annoyed because, how can a nine-year-old babysit two other kids? As time went on I didn’t really care when my parents would say “We are leaving for work, put the lock on the door, and make sure your brother and sister eat.” My older brother helped but not enough, he just stayed in his room. That was the first “adult” job I’ve had.
By Brenda Hernandez6 years ago in Families
What If..
Everyone has their own story, with a different beginning, middle, and end. As you grow up, you picture how your life will be ten or fifteen years down the road. Then as those ten or fifteen years creep up, a realization sets in. Life never ends up how you pictured it. There are so many different paths and hidden doors that lead you to a new destiny with every decision you make. It's true, what they say—every choice creates a ripple.
By Randi Dubé6 years ago in Families
Learning to Let Go
About a year after graduating high school I went off to college. Oh my gosh, I loved it! I had high hopes and big dreams to fulfill. I was following the plan. You know the one. School, career, marry the love of your life, get that perfect house with the white picket fence, have kids, and live happily ever after.
By Jodi Roberts6 years ago in Families
A Special Life
I am a 27-year-old mother of two, married to a 21-year-old special needs man. This is a new discovery and the wound it cut into our home life is very fresh and still bleeding. My 21-year-old husband is autistic. More specifically, if Asperger’s were still its own diagnosis, he would be diagnosed as such. The last few months have been hell. There have been many tears, lots of fights, and some screaming that I’m not sure who it came from. I love my husband so much more than I ever dreamed possible, but our life is very hard.
By Alex Duncan6 years ago in Families
Victim, Survivor or Fighter?
This is not a story for the weak minded or for those of a softer nature. This is the short biography of a women who has struggled through more hardship in her young life than most have gone through in the span of a lifetime. Although she herself is also flawed and has made mistakes. Some may be so bad, they will surprise you. But it is all true. And it is through these trials, tribulations and sins that she finds out exactly how strong she is and what amazing things she is capable of. It may have some sad moments, and it may make you angry at times. But this is not what I want you to take from it. By the time I have finished telling this story, I hope you have found the "Fighter" within yourself, and the determination to keep your head up no matter what life throws at you.
By Tessa McGarity6 years ago in Families