Love has always been a mystery to me. Not in the sense of love that comes from another person of the opposite gender but more so family & self love. These two types of love are my monster/creature in a scooby doo episode, Only difference is that my episode is sixteen years long with no clues left along the way. The definition of “love” is an intense feeling of deep affection. But there are many other definitions that others may classify love to be. Love is the person that I have identified but I still don 't know their true identity.
When I was a baby we made a big move from Philly to North carolina. Leaving all of my mom 's family and coming to my father 's hometown, Bethel. Which left a big disconnection between me and my mom 's side of …show more content…
My dad and I were attached at the hip. Wherever he went, store, barbershop(Where he worked), outside to talk to one of his friends, I was right there hugging on to his leg. I never wanted him to leave me. I really looked up to my father. He was literally my heart, I couldn 't go a day without him.
My mother on the other hand felt as if she had made a mistake by marrying my father. He wasn 't what she thought he was by far. He didn 't treat her with any respect. He talked to her how he wanted to and never considered how she would feel about anything. He just didn 't know how to talk to her without raising his voice and saying disrespectful things. He never hit her but then again his words were like a physical slap in the face. As a child I couldn 't comprehend what was going on, didn 't know that my dad was treating my mom the way that he did. I didn 't know the true nature of my father because all he had ever shown me was love & compassion. But as I began to get older I got to know the real “Harvey”, I felt that my father robbed my sister, brother and I of a real childhood, didn …show more content…
This caused us to began to bump heads 24/7.
All of those things combined together caused me to began to rebel against my father when I was a teenager and i began to do what I wanted to do. It was never nothing bad like smoking or drinking but if I wanted to go over a friends house or go to the movies and whatnot, I would ask mom and of course she would say yes but would always add on ”Ask your father” and instead of doing that I would just go against him and do it anyways because I knew his answer would have been no.
I felt that his opinion or what he had to say no longer mattered. With me rebelling against him this really caused a big strain in our relationship, and also caused us to argue. First it started off with him saying little things like “go ahead and do what you want and see what happens to you”, with me not responding then he started to say things like “Your not my daughter” and me responding with “I don 't care, I don 't want a father like you anyways” then he started to say outrageous things such as “Your fat and lazy, you 're not going to make it in life, I don 't know why you are still in my house” and Icouldn 't help but to say something back “I don 't care about you or nothing that you have to say about me. I wish you would just leave, we don 't need
When I was a baby we made a big move from Philly to North carolina. Leaving all of my mom 's family and coming to my father 's hometown, Bethel. Which left a big disconnection between me and my mom 's side of …show more content…
My dad and I were attached at the hip. Wherever he went, store, barbershop(Where he worked), outside to talk to one of his friends, I was right there hugging on to his leg. I never wanted him to leave me. I really looked up to my father. He was literally my heart, I couldn 't go a day without him.
My mother on the other hand felt as if she had made a mistake by marrying my father. He wasn 't what she thought he was by far. He didn 't treat her with any respect. He talked to her how he wanted to and never considered how she would feel about anything. He just didn 't know how to talk to her without raising his voice and saying disrespectful things. He never hit her but then again his words were like a physical slap in the face. As a child I couldn 't comprehend what was going on, didn 't know that my dad was treating my mom the way that he did. I didn 't know the true nature of my father because all he had ever shown me was love & compassion. But as I began to get older I got to know the real “Harvey”, I felt that my father robbed my sister, brother and I of a real childhood, didn …show more content…
This caused us to began to bump heads 24/7.
All of those things combined together caused me to began to rebel against my father when I was a teenager and i began to do what I wanted to do. It was never nothing bad like smoking or drinking but if I wanted to go over a friends house or go to the movies and whatnot, I would ask mom and of course she would say yes but would always add on ”Ask your father” and instead of doing that I would just go against him and do it anyways because I knew his answer would have been no.
I felt that his opinion or what he had to say no longer mattered. With me rebelling against him this really caused a big strain in our relationship, and also caused us to argue. First it started off with him saying little things like “go ahead and do what you want and see what happens to you”, with me not responding then he started to say things like “Your not my daughter” and me responding with “I don 't care, I don 't want a father like you anyways” then he started to say outrageous things such as “Your fat and lazy, you 're not going to make it in life, I don 't know why you are still in my house” and Icouldn 't help but to say something back “I don 't care about you or nothing that you have to say about me. I wish you would just leave, we don 't need