May 2011
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On the Inside.
I chose to write about my dad because he’s had the most impact on my life. Regardless of the fact that my emotions for him are negative, I’ve become stronger in my emotional battle against him. To some, it may seem that I’m doing this to get attention, and to some, it may seem that I just like to complain. But it’s not about that at all. It’s about awareness of...
My dad has always had an alcohol problem. I guess that’s why my earliest childhood memory was centered around him, and his problems. It wasn’t so bad when I was younger, I suppose, because my dad was a mechanic. But then he became a DJ and started working in a bar six nights a week. That made things really bad. Every night he’d come home drunk. My mom begged for years for him to...
April 2011
12 posts
An essay I wrote in high school...
Not a Typical Father
Frenchy from Grease once said, “The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy.” What is a father? A father is more than just the typical definition.. A father is supposed to be there, no matter what. A father is that man in someone’s life that is the biological male parent, but it’s more than that. A father is a man who brings up a child and gives them affection...
I'm longing for affection and gratitude.
Today is my dad’s birthday. I texted him, but he never replied. Because this is how he is. My sister is more important to him then I’ll ever be. My stepmom and stepbrother are even more important to him than my sister is.
Ya see, when my parents divorced, their expenses for me were split 50/50. Everything, from college to transportation. If I need school supplies, he should pay half...
My Earliest Childhood Memory
We were told to write our earliest memory of our childhood in my Creative Writing class on Tuesday, April 26, 2011.
This is what I wrote: I remember going to bed with my sister around 8 pm, just like every night. We got in our beds and mom kissed us and tucked both of us in. Within time, we fell asleep. Around 3 am, I was woken by my mom—Sarah (my sister) and I needed to go get in the...
My parents split up after 23 years of marriage on the last day of my freshman year in high school. They were in other relationships within 2 months of splitting up. Within a year and a half, their divorce was final and they both remarried their new partners.
And this is how it is...
This is a collection of my stories and interpretations of my dad.
As a fetus, I was rejected. My mother got pregnant while on birth control. She told my dad. He flipped out. Threatened to leave her. But being the gracious thing she is, she somehow calmed him down, being as he was already a father to my older sister.
People view me as a happy soul, until they see my life. My life was never easy....
Thanks for Nothing
I always stood up for mom back then, when you kept drinking and kept mouthing. I still do; she doesn’t deserve this.
Your hardness rubbed off on me. I’m trying not to be the same girl I was then. But I’m still bruised and broken.
You put this stain upon my life. I should have listened to mom. She always knows the answers.
You put many tears in my eyes. I tried to keep them...
