Being from a family that has never really been together, I have faced many challenges. As the youngest child, I never thought I would have to grow up faster than my older sister or go through all of the things I’ve had to. I have been tossed around, moved from house to house, and stuck in the middle of every fight since I was five. Now that I am older I look back and see why my parents are so different, why I have trust issues, and why I’ve had to mature at a faster rate. Maybe one day they can see how much damage they’ve caused. After being in college for about a month I realize how much I miss my dad and how he was always there for me. I remember him taking my sister and I swimming, letting us have friends over, and our trips to school
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I was never able to leave without her crying over something such as me being her only friend and never wanting to be around her. She also had to be involved in all my business, who I was texting, who commented on what on Facebook, and who my “friends” were. I grew up in a short amount of time because of her craziness and basically raising myself. I was always told what mistakes she or my dad had made when they were younger and I was put to a higher standard than I should have been. Not long after I realized all of this I decided I was old enough and strong enough to call the shots in my life and not her. Of course I was always mature compared to the kids my age. They were never tossed back and forth or criticized for every move they made. It then became obvious that the people who were always around weren’t my friends. They were people that had sympathy for me or just put up with me being around. Years went by and I finally figured out that if I am myself and didn’t base everything off of everyone else’s opinions I would find a friend or two that actually care about who I am and what I stand for. I have finally accepted that my life was a total disaster at a young age so I could be a better person and help those that don’t know how to move on from something like this. I believe that I was supposed to have a rough life in order for me to appreciate the good things no matter how big or small.
I was never able to leave without her crying over something such as me being her only friend and never wanting to be around her. She also had to be involved in all my business, who I was texting, who commented on what on Facebook, and who my “friends” were. I grew up in a short amount of time because of her craziness and basically raising myself. I was always told what mistakes she or my dad had made when they were younger and I was put to a higher standard than I should have been. Not long after I realized all of this I decided I was old enough and strong enough to call the shots in my life and not her. Of course I was always mature compared to the kids my age. They were never tossed back and forth or criticized for every move they made. It then became obvious that the people who were always around weren’t my friends. They were people that had sympathy for me or just put up with me being around. Years went by and I finally figured out that if I am myself and didn’t base everything off of everyone else’s opinions I would find a friend or two that actually care about who I am and what I stand for. I have finally accepted that my life was a total disaster at a young age so I could be a better person and help those that don’t know how to move on from something like this. I believe that I was supposed to have a rough life in order for me to appreciate the good things no matter how big or small.