My life drastically changed before I was born. Before I was able to see what the “Before” was like. I live in the After. The aftermath of people 's poor choices and neglectful nature, the not-so-calm after the storm. When you live the the After you desperately long to see what the Before was like. So I took ten hours and built myself a before and, maybe, just maybe, this time there won’t need to be an after. When I was four, my Mother committed her life to someone new. I was now a girl with two moms, and two dads, and two last names. As I grew up, my biological Father and my Step Mom grew more and more verbally and emotionally abusive. My Dad was very distant and gone for long periods of time. Carrie, my Stepmother, treated me as if I was a burden she couldn 't quite bear. I became the target of foul words and unresolved anger. I was too afraid to tell my Mom about what was happening.
Early on I developed what we now recognize as a severe anxiety disorder and many …show more content…
At one point the topic of college came up. Somehow that led to three and a half hours of tears and apologies and some honesty. I was able to open up and finally admit how hard it was for me to recieve my parents love and attention. I was able to openly discuss how I did not feel apart of the family and to my surprise they listened. Pops gave me good advice and seemed to really care about what I had to say. It was a major stepping stone in our relationship. Last week I was making lunch and Pops came in and sat down and I finally told him what I was doing for my something new project. He had not previously known I had set out on a quest to spend 10 hours with him. He loved the idea and we ended up talking about friendship and college for a whole hour which was really nice. Really great advice was given regarding a tough situation with a friend. Pops had never before been the person I had gone to for advice and I really wish I would
Early on I developed what we now recognize as a severe anxiety disorder and many …show more content…
At one point the topic of college came up. Somehow that led to three and a half hours of tears and apologies and some honesty. I was able to open up and finally admit how hard it was for me to recieve my parents love and attention. I was able to openly discuss how I did not feel apart of the family and to my surprise they listened. Pops gave me good advice and seemed to really care about what I had to say. It was a major stepping stone in our relationship. Last week I was making lunch and Pops came in and sat down and I finally told him what I was doing for my something new project. He had not previously known I had set out on a quest to spend 10 hours with him. He loved the idea and we ended up talking about friendship and college for a whole hour which was really nice. Really great advice was given regarding a tough situation with a friend. Pops had never before been the person I had gone to for advice and I really wish I would