Fifteen years. Fifteen years in the same house, same town, with the same life. After seeing my house completely empty, I knew my life would never be the same. You see, death is a sensitive subject. Everyone has a picture perfect life planned out in their head get raised by two parents, go to college, get married, have kids. But that’s just a fantasy, and my life, was a reality.
It all started the day my mother died. This was hands down the worst day of my life. I was only 13 years old and today was always the hardest day of the year.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” my stepfather asked cautiously.
“It’s been two years, I think it’s time,” I said. My stepfather and I were finally going to visit my mother’s grave. In ways we had been avoiding …show more content…
We didn’t have that much money but then again we didn’t need it. Our small little house in our small little town suited us. It was the day that my mother finally met someone after years of waiting for my father to return that our life started to change. After a few months of dating Ken, they finally decided to marry. He was extremely wealthy and insisted we come live with him and his kids in California. As much as I didn’t want to leave my small group of best friends, my mom was finally happy again and I wouldn’t dare ruin that. My mother was my hero and my best friend. She taught me to be the person I am today and I wouldn’t ever forget that. I didn’t have a very strong relationship with my step father but the day my mom died is when that …show more content…
My step father still insisted I come live with his family but with my mother gone, I didn’t want to leave. I needed to stay to be able to keep 13 years of memories worth alive. I needed my friends right now during this hard time but then again, I was only 13 at the time and he was my legal guardian as of now so off to California it was. This would be an extremely hard move. I liked my small town, everyone knew everyone and it was so familiar to me. California was completely new. “It will be an adventure,” my mother always argued. Her words played over and over in my head until I convinced myself of it too. I missed her every single day. For a year after she died I was depressed. My step father sent me to therapy to try and talk out my issues but the sessions were filled with silence and awkwardness. It was a waste of time really. I was depressed and everyone knew it. Talking about my feeling would never change that. I knew Ken made such a huge effort to reach out to me and comfort me in this time of grief and he became the rock in my life that I had been looking for since my mom died. I knew my mother wouldn’t want me to spend my time grieving over her but how could I
It all started the day my mother died. This was hands down the worst day of my life. I was only 13 years old and today was always the hardest day of the year.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” my stepfather asked cautiously.
“It’s been two years, I think it’s time,” I said. My stepfather and I were finally going to visit my mother’s grave. In ways we had been avoiding …show more content…
We didn’t have that much money but then again we didn’t need it. Our small little house in our small little town suited us. It was the day that my mother finally met someone after years of waiting for my father to return that our life started to change. After a few months of dating Ken, they finally decided to marry. He was extremely wealthy and insisted we come live with him and his kids in California. As much as I didn’t want to leave my small group of best friends, my mom was finally happy again and I wouldn’t dare ruin that. My mother was my hero and my best friend. She taught me to be the person I am today and I wouldn’t ever forget that. I didn’t have a very strong relationship with my step father but the day my mom died is when that …show more content…
My step father still insisted I come live with his family but with my mother gone, I didn’t want to leave. I needed to stay to be able to keep 13 years of memories worth alive. I needed my friends right now during this hard time but then again, I was only 13 at the time and he was my legal guardian as of now so off to California it was. This would be an extremely hard move. I liked my small town, everyone knew everyone and it was so familiar to me. California was completely new. “It will be an adventure,” my mother always argued. Her words played over and over in my head until I convinced myself of it too. I missed her every single day. For a year after she died I was depressed. My step father sent me to therapy to try and talk out my issues but the sessions were filled with silence and awkwardness. It was a waste of time really. I was depressed and everyone knew it. Talking about my feeling would never change that. I knew Ken made such a huge effort to reach out to me and comfort me in this time of grief and he became the rock in my life that I had been looking for since my mom died. I knew my mother wouldn’t want me to spend my time grieving over her but how could I