How My Mom Impacted My Life Essay

As a child raised by a single mother it was difficult for me to say that anyone else could have possibly made a greater impact on my life than she did. Regardless the guilt it may cause if I write the truth I have to say that it was not my mother who made the greatest impact on my life. It wasn’t my mother the woman who was there for me through everything, who made sure I had all the things I needed growing up, and gave me her unconditional love and support. The person who impacted my life greatest was not the person it should have been. Instead of it being someone who was there everyday in my life. It was someone who left my side at an early age. Since when I was around four years old I have thought my father passed from having a bad heart from what my mother

I had few friends and I assumed the ones that I did have must have been going through something similar to me in order for them to be acting the way that we did. I remember that I used to bad things intentionally. For example I would skip classes, avoid doing work, and doing things I regretted with my so called friends. Later on realizing that I didn’t enjoy having my mom disappointed in me. It hurt me more than anything to know I had let her down. I was really hurting myself like I deserved to be and that was all that mattered. It became obvious at the end that none of it actually mattered at all because unlike most people I had a turning point that changed the way my life was heading. What was unexpected is that both my downwards and my turning point were caused by the same person my father. I was a sophmore in highschool when I found out what my father had done. I wasn't really able to think of anything other than the fact that my father had been such a coward and be so selfish. I had a new image of him. It was in that second that I had the realization I should have had many years earlier. He was not the kind man I had in my head and I could finally see