My Home And Dysfunctional Pieces Of My Life

It’s weird to think about my life up to this point in time. I’m a 23 year old college student who’s so focused on making it through a 16 credit hour semester on top of working full time that other than current events it’s strange to think back on my life and what all has happened. I grew up in a nice neighborhood on the east side of Sandy, Utah. The house I lived in was large, much like the other homes in the area. But unlike the other homes this house was just a front to hide the very dysfunctional pieces of my life. My mom was hardly around when I was younger. She worked in a law firm that required most of her time and energy but when she was home, I remember the fights that would happen between her and my dad. They were so bad that the …show more content…
The garage was filled wall to wall with broken furniture and things that were collected over the years. My mom tried her best to repair the damage, but it was already done and the fighting between her and my dad continued. He was kicked out shortly after I turned 16 and went on to live in various other family member’s house until no one could stand him being around. Everytime he got kicked out he blamed the women in the house. At this point in my life I began to realize things weren’t what I thought they were. My dad was never able to keep a job. Even before he married my mom, he had a hard time staying employed. When he wasn 't working he was goofing off. Sometimes I think he cared about taking photos more than he cared about his marriage. He made me believe that my mom didn 't care about our family. That she was an angry and hurtful person when in reality she was just doing the best that she could and she was tired. Tired of coming home to a dirty house after working all day. Tired of the fact that her husband not helping her. She was tired and he made me hate her for …show more content…
the department requested that we all avoid wearing our uniforms in public in the hopes to avoid any injuries to the officers. Yet I remember sitting in a mandatory deescalation class that was almost two hours long where the officers practiced “deescalating” a random situation for about 15 minutes without any direction or feedback. The whole thing was laughed at. It was just something to add to the list of things we can say we did to complete our training yet I believe that the lack of maturity and consideration for current events during trainings like these could directly contribute to the deaths of unarmed black men. The people in that room, including me, have the luxury to laugh about it because we won’t be the person of color who is standing on the other side of the gun and that makes me sick because there is nothing to laugh