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Living with abusive family
It‘s hard to know when you’re around abusive people when it’s become the norm. It happens that often and somehow justified every time it does happen.
By Jessica Christie6 years ago in Families
No choice in the matter!
CHAPTER 1) Born in SE DC, grew up in Foster-care. Have you ever felt out of place, like you didn’t belong? Well I lived that life.
By Tywonda Petty6 years ago in Families
In Search Of Delores June
It’s taken me fifty eight years to write this story. Fifty eight years of life experiences viewed from the perceptions of a child, a young man, and now an aged and hopefully wiser old man.
By PG Barnett6 years ago in Families
Mom and Me
In a woman’s life it is often said that there no relationship more important than her relationship with her mother. But that relationship is not always a totally healthy one. Sometimes the relationship is not totally toxic, but it has its moments where there are things that get said that really shouldn’t be said. Little jabs that rip you apart piece by piece and you have no control over it. Now its not all the time, and there are loving moments, so it is not that it’s a toxic relationship, or so you think at the time.
By Hannah Elliott6 years ago in Families
Dear mum,
Dear Mum, First and foremost, i love you. What you are about to read has been really hard to write please be patient with me, it's taken me a while to be able to write some of my thoughts and feelings.
By No-one-important6 years ago in Families
I'm 23 years old and caring for my 14 year old sister
My partner and I have recently become the guardian of my younger sister who is 14 years old. She came to live with my partner and I, 4 months ago, bear in mind we only live in a 1 bedroom flat. There was a lot to deal with at the time and so many emotions where high, she was dealing with the feeling of not being wanted by her own family. She at the time who was 13 years old had a lot of angry and hate towards certain people in her life. She felt unwanted and unloved, which breaks my heart to even think that she thought that.
By Lauren Rose6 years ago in Families
Childhood life
Most thing’s I have heard from other’s about their childhood have alway’s been happy memorie’s that make your heart flutter with joy for them. Other’s like me had a darker start to life.
By Caitlin J A Smith6 years ago in Families
THE JOURNEY BACK TO ME
I have been told over the years how amazing I am. I am not sure I would call myself amazing, but I would call myself a survivor. We all have a past, we have all made choices, and we all have to decide how we react and respond to those. Here is my story.
By Pearl6 years ago in Families
My Father Abandoned Our Family When I Was A Little Girl
I should note, that this is actually a letter that I sent to my father as my therapist suggested. I wanted him to know how much he hurt me. I never heard back from him, and I am glad. Maybe, someone can relate to this, you know even if one person feels like they are not alone after reading this, then I am glad I have put it out there. Love, Mash.
By MASH 6 years ago in Families
The Price of A Slice of Cake
It was my brother’s fifth birthday party, nothing crazy, just family members and close friends sitting outside on a beautiful spring day. I don’t remember much of it, being that it was nearly ten years ago now, but I do remember the cake. And, oh, what a cake it was. Double chocolate with vanilla buttercream frosting, and a bright red picture of elmo’s face screened on. When my mom asked me what piece I wanted, I insisted on having Elmo’s smile, and I planned on coming back for the rest of him later. However, when I did come back, he was gone. Understandably I was devastated. I scanned the back porch for possible suspects, ruling out my cousin Ben and uncle Steve swiftly - Ben was too little to eat cake and Steve didn’t like chocolate - before fixating on the plate in front of the birthday boy himself. Of course. Of course it had to be him. Yes, it was his birthday, but I saw Elmo first. Not taking a single second to think my spur-of-the-moment plan through, I stomped up to the cake thief and was quick to mush his face into the piece. A brief second of silence. Then wailing. Oh the wailing, it was epic, even for a five-year-old. Now was the time to make my getaway, with mom no where to be seen and dad in the house, out of sight. I chose our toy jeep as my means of escape, battery powered and with the coolest blue wheels. With my brother now on his feet and my mom making her way around the side of the house I was quick to launch myself in the seat. A bare foot reached for the pedal, one hand on the steering wherl and the other on the gear shift. He was gaining ground behind me, she was breaking into a light jog in front of me. I floored it. Sweet freedom was mine, nothing could stop me! Off into the sundhine I would go!
By Kate6 years ago in Families
Reality TV Family
If you sat down next to me and asked me what family meant to me, would you want to hear me say that it’s all kittens and rainbows, love and being there for one another? People who always have your back? That would be nice to hear wouldn’t it? Too bad I’m not here to tell you any version like that. My family deserves to be a reality tv show with how fucked up we are. There’s room for everyone.
By Hannah Mchale6 years ago in Families
The Purest Love
I was at my summer student job, you know, one of those “I really need this job and please just let me have this” kind of work. It was hard, I won’t pretend it was an easy job, I had to pack chips and do hard labour, however the pay was good and the work consistent, I had a degree to pay for after all.
By Hannah Van Koughnett6 years ago in Families