Where to start….
Where to begin….
What to think….
How to act….
Why did it happen….
These are all the things I think about constantly. I wonder why all this happen to me.
Well, you are probably wondering what happened, So this is where i begin to tell you, the tragic but eventful things in my life. The beginning to my story of who I am. Well i should start off with my name and all that fun stuff. I’m Mia, and life has been very eventful over the course of 16 years. It all started when I was 6, my mom passed away and I honestly don’t even know what happened, I guess she died of natural causes but at the same time my dad supposedly killed her but, he says it was her best friend, and her mom ( my grandma), but I never got the full story or the …show more content…
That was almost my breaking point. But, after awhile, I got used to my dad not being there, i got used to him missing my birthday, holidays, and all the important events in my life, i learned how to give detailed description on what happened over the phone with him. I used to have so much hope that he was going to come home and now i sit here and think when will be the next time i talke to him? or how am i going to talk to him when i leave for college? and how am i going to talk to him when i move out? what if i don’t have a house phone? What if i am never around? i will lose all contact with him, and it will just be the end of us, end of our relationship. I will lose my daddy. My life felt like it was going down hill, that nothing would ever be right. I started getting depressed because when someone asked if i was okay, i seemed to lie and say “ I’m fine.” When i really wasn’t. I went to counseling, but i didn’t know the person i was supposed to open up to about my feelings, how was i going to trust them? How was i supposed to tell them how I felt, when I didn’t even know my self? I’ve been to a lot of counseling, but i tried my best to get out of it all. I didn’t think it was necessary, because i bottled all my feelings up and I never cracked open the door to my emotions. I never let anyone in. For awhile, everything was just stationary, once in awhile i was sad …show more content…
That meant hell, he found every little bad thing possible on there, photos, text messages, and nothing but the truth. Everything that i hid from them. He found it all, he was so mad. He exagerated on a lot of it. But i understood why. All i had to do then was face the truth… and not lie about anything. It was hard, and when he found out about that guy… he freaked ou tand he pressed charges. I had to go in and talk to an investigator and an advocate, tell them everything that happened, so this guy i supposedly fell in love with is now going to get in trouble for my mistakes. I will ruin his life. But when i talk to officer about everything, she told me his real age, instead of being 26 he lied to me, he was actually 37. My stomach dropped, and all of my respect for him just escaped my body. When i left the room and my uncle went in to talk to the officer, they had my uncle call this guy, and they recorded him. When my uncle came out and told me that he denied everything and that i was lying and that i came on to him first, really got me. I just stopped and stared at the ground, i wondered what was going to happen next. But i had no clue. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, what to
Where to begin….
What to think….
How to act….
Why did it happen….
These are all the things I think about constantly. I wonder why all this happen to me.
Well, you are probably wondering what happened, So this is where i begin to tell you, the tragic but eventful things in my life. The beginning to my story of who I am. Well i should start off with my name and all that fun stuff. I’m Mia, and life has been very eventful over the course of 16 years. It all started when I was 6, my mom passed away and I honestly don’t even know what happened, I guess she died of natural causes but at the same time my dad supposedly killed her but, he says it was her best friend, and her mom ( my grandma), but I never got the full story or the …show more content…
That was almost my breaking point. But, after awhile, I got used to my dad not being there, i got used to him missing my birthday, holidays, and all the important events in my life, i learned how to give detailed description on what happened over the phone with him. I used to have so much hope that he was going to come home and now i sit here and think when will be the next time i talke to him? or how am i going to talk to him when i leave for college? and how am i going to talk to him when i move out? what if i don’t have a house phone? What if i am never around? i will lose all contact with him, and it will just be the end of us, end of our relationship. I will lose my daddy. My life felt like it was going down hill, that nothing would ever be right. I started getting depressed because when someone asked if i was okay, i seemed to lie and say “ I’m fine.” When i really wasn’t. I went to counseling, but i didn’t know the person i was supposed to open up to about my feelings, how was i going to trust them? How was i supposed to tell them how I felt, when I didn’t even know my self? I’ve been to a lot of counseling, but i tried my best to get out of it all. I didn’t think it was necessary, because i bottled all my feelings up and I never cracked open the door to my emotions. I never let anyone in. For awhile, everything was just stationary, once in awhile i was sad …show more content…
That meant hell, he found every little bad thing possible on there, photos, text messages, and nothing but the truth. Everything that i hid from them. He found it all, he was so mad. He exagerated on a lot of it. But i understood why. All i had to do then was face the truth… and not lie about anything. It was hard, and when he found out about that guy… he freaked ou tand he pressed charges. I had to go in and talk to an investigator and an advocate, tell them everything that happened, so this guy i supposedly fell in love with is now going to get in trouble for my mistakes. I will ruin his life. But when i talk to officer about everything, she told me his real age, instead of being 26 he lied to me, he was actually 37. My stomach dropped, and all of my respect for him just escaped my body. When i left the room and my uncle went in to talk to the officer, they had my uncle call this guy, and they recorded him. When my uncle came out and told me that he denied everything and that i was lying and that i came on to him first, really got me. I just stopped and stared at the ground, i wondered what was going to happen next. But i had no clue. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, what to