Personal Narrative: A Hard Life

I never had a hard life, and to that, I thank my mother who worked hard every day to make sure that I and my siblings were taken care of. My sophomore year of high school my mother moved from Wyoming where we had lived my whole life down to Aiken, South Carolina. I, of course, moved with my mother but when I saw the state of the schools in Aiken compared to the oil-rich schools in Wyoming, I was appalled. I decided the best thing for my education was to move back to Wyoming and live with my father. The summer right before my Junior year I repacked up my belongings and moved in with my father. It was there living with my father and his wife Renee I faced the hardest difficulties in my life, and to this day I am still working on overcoming the …show more content…
I was still getting used to not living with my mother and having her support and love, and my father seemed excited to have another one of his children living with him. At the time I took this excitement as a fathers love, however it was something more sinister. It didn't take long to realize that the excitement wasn't because my father wanted me there out of love, but as a conduit to filter the abuse away from him. Renee quickly had a switched from a caring stepmother and turned on me. It started slowly, I suddenly was responsible for buying myself everything I would need for school, to basic hygiene products. I, however, was not allowed to have a job outside of the house because she needed help with the young children. I had no income and had no way to buy the things I needed. Then it became more verbal, the constant threatening to kick me out, the name calling, and the constant reminders that I was nothing and would amount to nothing. I knew what she was doing was wrong, and I made the mistake of telling one of my teachers. It was that mistake that triggered the physical violence. It was 9:08 in the morning, I had just finished getting the children fed and dressed and began getting myself dressed when my father called me. He and Renee had left a parent-teacher conference and the teacher I mentioned the verbal abuse to, told Renee what I had said. Renee flew into a blind rage, and my …show more content…
I figured if she was going to kill me she might as well get it over with because the world was no longer for me. I no longer dodged out of the way when a glass was being thrown at me, rather I let it hit my face and felt the glass shatter around me. I no longer tried to reason with the anger and let it blow up on me in the form of differing shades of blue and purple. There was no way out of this hell so why fight to get out. My mother never stopped fighting for me, however, for she convinced my father to allow to fly to Vegas and meet her there over Thanksgiving and when I returned all of my belongings were moved out of my father's house and into one of my mother's friends. Turns out my mother could be scarier than Renee when mad and got my father to face Renee long enough to allow me to move