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Into the Lion's Den
If you forget to water a flower, it'll surely die. If you run over a flower garden, it'll fight to survive. With people it's the same concept. When I was in my mid-twenties I met a boy who was three years my junior. For whatever reason, I fell madly in love and that blinded me so badly that I led him ruin me. He stole everything I knew right before my eyes and I never did a thing to stop it. He was the love of my life, or so I had thought. He was the true love I had dedicated my life to trying to find. But he was the most toxic person I had ever met. He was draining the life from me and I never even realized it. For three years I fought for a little boy that didn't even want a future with me. Not even after I had our daughter. He was constantly in and out of our lives and when I had finally bent over backwards to keep him happy I got kicked while I was down.
By Miranda Floyd8 years ago in Families
Thoughts on the Death of Billy Graham
So Billy Graham died. What an impact this man has had on my life. But not in the sense most would think. LOVE, is not what came to my mind when I read of Billy Graham's passing. My mind was filled with sadness, longing, and loneliness. A feeling of being totally and utterly alone...and so empty. I have often wondered if that is how I feel when thinking of Billy Graham, how did his own children feel about a father virtually absent from their lives? Were the sacrifices truly worth it? I just don't know. I have learned long ago not to believe the public pictures.
By Esther Renee Large8 years ago in Families
My Senior Year from Hell
Senior year, the best year of your life... or so they say. The year started like everyone else's, walking in the doors of my high school for the last time, saying "hi" to my friends that were gone all summer and of course, chirping our favorite teachers.
By Paytan Addley8 years ago in Families
Who to Blame
I grew up with my grandparents as my parents. My mom wanted to only be a part-time parent and my dad got sent to jail when I was four. So rather than force my mother to be a mother, my grandmother just took me in. My childhood was a very gifted childhood...materialistically. But emotionally, it wasn't the best. Grandma and grandpa did their best, knowing mom wasn't the best person, nor was she fit; they did everything in their power to keep me happy. I went to good schools, I had good clothing, I had no needs unmet; but what I didn't have was my mom.
By Cassandra Tapia8 years ago in Families
The Crazy Kid
I have read many accounts of family therapy; therapy that is initiated because a member of that family is crazy, and the others are concerned and frustrated. In some accounts, the rest of the family seem to be functioning normally, and appear successful, with the exception of this blip. They go to therapy to solve the problem of the crazy kid. In these accounts, it often transpires, that the family are scapegoating the child in some way or other, because it is easier than struggling with their own difficult feelings, their own craziness. It turns out that the ones who thought themselves the most normal, were the ones who were least in touch with their feeling-self; their under-functioning-self, and most in need of a good open, honest chat with a therapist.
By Ricky McQuillan8 years ago in Families
The Things I Cannot Remember *Part One*
*Part 1* It all started on a cool summer evening when a beautiful 20-year-old woman named Ella* brought me into this world. My mother had married a man by the name of Jack* about two years prior to my birth and my father was a much older man. That age and the freedom that come with it held much attraction for my mother who was looking to escape her own parents.
By Lydia Noir8 years ago in Families
