The Influence Of My Life

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If there is one thing in every kid’s childhood that makes them who they are and helps shape them as they grow, its family. I come from two military parents who have been in service all my life growing up. My mom is an ICU nurse holding the rank as a captain and my dad was a warrant officer who worked on electronics before he retired. Moving around every two years came with the price of them being in the army, but because of that I was introduced to many different cultures and lifestyles in which a few still stick with me today .
We moved to washing the summer before sixth grade year for me and my first year was a breeze, I absolutely loved it. I had a new group of friends, my grades were good, school was great, and my life seemed so perfect
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She had been unable to do her job overseas for a while, her peers were finding her on the bathrooms floor crying, up all night not sleeping, depressed and unable to eat. She was no longer in the right mind to do her job, because she has already known herself that my dad was cheating and it was eating her from the inside out. That night changed my life forever. From there on out my home life was a disaster. Almost every night I was finding my mom on the floor hysterically crying with empty bottles of wine on the floor, and broken pictures of her and my dad. I had to grow up really fast, Get my brother up and to the bus in the mornings, have my best friend take my brother and I to sports practices, I made dinner a few times such as ramen and cereal, doing the best I could all while making sure all my stuff was in order. Even though my dad had moved out, there was so much fighting. The worst one I remember my brother and I were staying at my dad’s apartment for the weekend and I was woken up in the middle of the night to screaming. Coming back to reality I realized It was my mom and dad, I laid there for a minute trying to stay out of it until I heard my mom bawling and crying so hard you could hardly understand her words and my dad just yelling at the top of his lungs, calling her the meanest names you could ever call a woman, and just belittling her every way he could. I stormed in screaming at him, begging him …show more content…
My mom was never home, always out on the town, partying at clubs and bringing a new man home every night only teaching me bad morals but at the time she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. As a teenager eventually I saw that as an opportunity to do teenage things, so I went out too. I was out doing all the wrong things, experiencing smoking and drinking and skipping school resulting in failing. No one seemed to care, no one was correcting me or punishing me. It took my first two years of high school for someone to notice, that being my Vice Principal. He called me in and laid it out flat for me, I was not going to graduate let alone get into a good college going the path I was going. He showed me my grades and my attendance and everything hit me across the face all at once and it was a rude awakening for me, then and only then did I realize I messed up and had a lot of work to do to fix the damage I have

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