My maternal grandfather never respected my dad. That is until he started making the same about of money as he did. He was a mean man, but for some reason, he liked me a lot. He bought me a piggy bank once. My sister Leigh Anne crushed into pieces and took all my old pennies. She was always finding and stealing my money. She drank even back then.
Grampa told me a story once that I 'll never forget. A dog came after him when he was riding his motorcycle. He kicked …show more content…
She was never diagnosed, but it was pretty obvious she had issues. My mom never showed much emotion. She didn’t like the use of the words 'hate ' and 'love '. She said hate was a strong word and no one should hate. She also insisted that I didn 't know what love was. Of course, I didn’t know what love was I 'd never experienced a healthy relationship in my life. Beside the fact, love was insignificant in that household.
I don’t think my mom hated me, but she was resentful. When I began to act out (trying to stand up for myself) she let me know she wanted an abortion when she got pregnant with me. She did not want another child. She would have had an abortion, but they were illegal at the time. She was afraid she’d succumb to deteriorating health problems. Most doctors that were performing illegal abortions were not reliable.
She complained that she could have traveled in her life but, instead she had to deal with me and my problems. So my guilty conscience was conceived. Being born when I wasn’t wanted was, of course, my