Personal Narrative: How Home Changed My Life

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I had a considerable day and night after we spoke. I immediately had a family meeting where some brutal honesty came into play for all of us. I heard everything you said, your concerns, and more so disappointment. I think that’s the part that hurt the most. In fact writing this saddens me. I do believe before I came to your home I was lost and still very much so learning. In all, from the moment I got the home my main objective was to keep this gem, raise Grace and not upset the process. That home made me. In fact, I in a strange way I allowed it to define me. I had never had a home that size and I wanted to keep it forever.
If something broke, I wanted to fix it – so you would be proud. I wanted to be valued as a renter and not shell out unnecessary costs. I wanted you to not worry. That was my way of trying to have security for Grace and I. I promise you that home was my only security for 9yrs. Its crushing writing this because I sincerely valued myself on something so materialistic, but the truth was if I could have you and your wife like me and my daughter than that would mean I wasn’t like what I grew up knowing. It meant I was a decent person.
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This, I knowingly left. I take full responsibility for this. I tried to get much of it off above the stove, but it was taking the particle board with it. I laid a small blanket down years ago to catch it. I scrubbed the hell out of above the stove, and left the other area. I shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong and If I have to pay for that, I will. I had hoped if I spackled the nail holes and put in a small garden, it would make up for that. That was stupid, short sited and manipulative. I should have just told you. But I literally tried to get it off with wire brushed and chemicals and it was causing damage. I have receipts that show the cleaners I got at Home Depot. You are well within your right to be disappointed in

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