The Girl Lost Everything
You would never think that the one person you thought that was always supposed to be in our lives would just give up so easy. Especially when you’re their own daughter. Maybe one day he will realize what he did to me. Honestly I am Thankful for the difficulties he put me through, he has shown me exactly who I DO NOT want to be. I always think to myself now a days thinking he wasn’t using much discretion when he did this to me.
You would think i’m a very gregarious person. Well truth be told I used to be. Not so much anymore after the HUGE fight with my father. When I was about 6 years old My parents weren’t together anymore. So therefore I had two places I was living at. I switched back and for every other week. The …show more content…
Hitting, choking, kicking and slapping. I dealt with it for 3 years. So when I was 9, I officially moved out of my dad 's house I didn’t talk to him till I was 15 again. He got a hold of me and ask if we could go to lunch and sit and talk about everything. Me being the forgiving person I am I said yes and meet him for lunch and to talk.
When we were talking I saw a different side of him I actually thought he had changed and cleaned up his act. He apologized and wanted me to come stay with him for the weekend. So I talked it out with my mom and she said it was up to me. So of course I went, I wanted to see if he had actually …show more content…
The only thought running through my head was that my own blood father did not want me anymore, wanted nothing to do with me. I was just crushed. All I thought about on the way home to my mom’s was that I no longer have a father that gives a damn about me. Maybe my mom was right, maybe it was an optimum to move back and not have stayed there as long as I did.
Later that night when I got home I talked to my mom and she said he wasn’t using discretion when saying the things he said to me, but I can’t really believe that. Im sure he meant what he was saying. That night I went into my room and started unpacking the things I had brought back from my dad’s. As I was unpacking I couldn’t stop crying and couldn’t stop thinking on what I really did wrong. I thought I was his little girl. My mom tried being ostentatious towards me but it didn’t really
You would never think that the one person you thought that was always supposed to be in our lives would just give up so easy. Especially when you’re their own daughter. Maybe one day he will realize what he did to me. Honestly I am Thankful for the difficulties he put me through, he has shown me exactly who I DO NOT want to be. I always think to myself now a days thinking he wasn’t using much discretion when he did this to me.
You would think i’m a very gregarious person. Well truth be told I used to be. Not so much anymore after the HUGE fight with my father. When I was about 6 years old My parents weren’t together anymore. So therefore I had two places I was living at. I switched back and for every other week. The …show more content…
Hitting, choking, kicking and slapping. I dealt with it for 3 years. So when I was 9, I officially moved out of my dad 's house I didn’t talk to him till I was 15 again. He got a hold of me and ask if we could go to lunch and sit and talk about everything. Me being the forgiving person I am I said yes and meet him for lunch and to talk.
When we were talking I saw a different side of him I actually thought he had changed and cleaned up his act. He apologized and wanted me to come stay with him for the weekend. So I talked it out with my mom and she said it was up to me. So of course I went, I wanted to see if he had actually …show more content…
The only thought running through my head was that my own blood father did not want me anymore, wanted nothing to do with me. I was just crushed. All I thought about on the way home to my mom’s was that I no longer have a father that gives a damn about me. Maybe my mom was right, maybe it was an optimum to move back and not have stayed there as long as I did.
Later that night when I got home I talked to my mom and she said he wasn’t using discretion when saying the things he said to me, but I can’t really believe that. Im sure he meant what he was saying. That night I went into my room and started unpacking the things I had brought back from my dad’s. As I was unpacking I couldn’t stop crying and couldn’t stop thinking on what I really did wrong. I thought I was his little girl. My mom tried being ostentatious towards me but it didn’t really