I have been asked to write about the type of environment I was raised in and the only one that seems to call for attention in my head is the environment of domestic abuse. Statistics say that nearly 31% of women report being abused by their boyfriend or husband. Sadly, my mother has been a part of that statistic for a extremely long time, affecting my life tremendously. Going through it, I became a pretty negative person. I rarely enjoyed any nice times in my life because I knew, that just like the violence at home, good times would soon be followed by some rough times. I was also affected by my situation at home in the way that I was afraid for my own future. I became afraid that I would go through the same situation my mom was going through
