I hope the best for him, and I hope he works out his issues, and he will be happy again, but him and I are no longer, and will never be together. I hope that I can be happy again too. Every time a guy gets near me I get cautious, and nervous, getting abused really messed me up. I know Nicks dad physically abused him, and it made him have anger issues, and abusive himself, but him physically abusing me, also it affected me emotionally. (2) I struggle to trust anyone, and I hate going out in public.
So, my father is worried about me and he just wants me to be safe and don’t get lost in this life because it’s hard to success nowadays. I hope I can make my father happy by doing these things and I know it’s hard to achieve any goal, but if I or anyone want to get it you will and no one can stop you from achieving your goals.
People change. Brad has always been sorta an achoholic but he began to get worse. His kids had gotten too used to my brother and I and started treating us badly and not welcoming us into their family anymore. Things were shifting fast to me but my mom didnt see it. I would tell her but she still wasnt aware of it.
He idolized his father and could not believe he would do this to his mother. To spite his father, Biff did not finish school and Willy took this as spitting on him. Through the years the resentment grew to the point they had a non-existent relationship. Willy's relationship with his sons is a contributing point to both the plot and characterization. It seems neither one has lived up to the dreams he has for them.
As a result, client internalized these thoughts, feelings, and emotions. He grew up thinking that he was a disappointment to his parents and everyone around him, as he always failed to please them. Client began to doubt himself and every decision he made, as he was afraid of the outcome and how others would perceive it. Growing up, the client would prefer when decisions were made for him, as he did not have to hear any criticism from the people around him if the outcome was not what they expected. These included decisions about the family and himself.
Jacob was still at the end of the hall. There always will be regrets when I look back at my childhood, but the day I succumbed to peer pressure and abused another person just to be cool is something I deeply regret. What makes me feel worse is that no one asked for me to threaten Jacob, I did it on my own will. I was so desperate for everyone else’s friendship I was willing to hurt Jacob to be friends with everyone else. Friends that were willing to ditch me just because I talked to someone they didn’t like.
My life wasn’t the same. I had thoughts about killing myself. Losing my brother was a big part of me. If you know me you know that I love my brothers with my all and treat them like they are my kids. Not begin able to see my brother, joke with him, not seeing him smile, or his text message when I wake up is hard.
At the time, I was not allowing it to be done, profusely denying him the right to be involved in his child’s life. My feelings toward him were extremely bitter and they showed no respect for him. Also, I loved my mother too much to be away from her and that one-year of separation from my father drastically changed my thoughts toward him. When he finally showed his face to me all I saw was a stranger. Was I being selfish?
This method consisted of striking Roger for any transgression as indicated by the above quote. This kind of abuse in the formative years “can lead to aggressive or even criminal behavior” (Beller). Abusing a child can have detrimental effects on their mental health, and this happened to Roger to a great degree. Roger most likely already had an explosive personality, and stacking bodily harm from parents on top of that can lead to a child in need of serious psychological help that never arrived. Roger was also never actually taught the majority of the values that society deems necessary most likely because his parents were far too busy striking him for not knowing values they never bothered to teach him.
I can’t help but blame my dad for the way I’ve acted since he left. I feel like I am trying to fill his place; act the way he would if he were here. I think, maybe, I’m starting to realize that I can never fill his place, and maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t think he would want me trying to be someone I am not. If I were to fill his place, that would mean that I have to be a rule-breaker all the time.