I left home that day, empty handed. No longer could I allow my mother to use me. Her actions towards me never surprised me, but this was unbearable. It was very clear that she didn’t care for me. I had experienced hurt and agony all my life, but never like this. I didn’t have a destination so I just walked. With every step, a tear fell. I had shed many tears of sadness in result to my mother’s actions but this was by far the worst. In my eyes, I should have been her perfect child. I had never disobeyed her rules but she still despised me. The moment came when I could no longer move my feet, that’s when I knew it was time to face my fears. That was the first decision I was forced to make as an adult. Summer of 2000 had come to end. My transition had begun. I was all moved in. I hated leaving my sisters and brothers behind, but knew she wouldn’t harm them. As I was moving out she threw everything in sight at me, constantly yelling me how I wouldn’t amount to nothing in life. “Let it be known you’ll never be able to step foot back in this home” were the words my mother uttered as I headed to Fort Valley, Ga. At that moment, I grew up. My change had begun. Her words were no longer harmful. I
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I was a loner the same way I was in high school. I only had conversation with my room in passing her and classmates when doing group projects. I took seven classes that year. I wanted to stay busy so that my thoughts were constantly on my studies and nothing else. I never partied. I didn't know how to. I went to class, study hall, lunch and back to my dorm to study even more. I wanted to prove to my mother that I was more than just a paint stain on an empty wall. I wanted to be a better person than her. Going through college she was constantly on my mind. In all reality, I just wanted to make her proud. I prayed each day, that one day, we could have that mother and daughter relationship that was portrayed in the
I was a loner the same way I was in high school. I only had conversation with my room in passing her and classmates when doing group projects. I took seven classes that year. I wanted to stay busy so that my thoughts were constantly on my studies and nothing else. I never partied. I didn't know how to. I went to class, study hall, lunch and back to my dorm to study even more. I wanted to prove to my mother that I was more than just a paint stain on an empty wall. I wanted to be a better person than her. Going through college she was constantly on my mind. In all reality, I just wanted to make her proud. I prayed each day, that one day, we could have that mother and daughter relationship that was portrayed in the