However, my mom loved Kevin and so that meant we had to love Kevin as well for my mom’s happiness, time went by and Kevin grew on my brothers and I, we loved him like a father. I was starting 8th grade that year, which was the same year it was my mom and Kevin’s one-year marriage anniversary. On that day, I was in a garage with people I thought were my friends. What happened in that garage changed my life. I was raped , I constantly said no, I was terrified at what would happen if I told my mom, what would go through her mind, what would happen to me, what would the other kids think if they found out.
She had left a note on her bed before she had left saying she felt unhappy and needed a break from us. She couldn’t handle all the rules enforced on her by our parents, but if she wanted to gain trust in them from the beginning, I thought, she should have just followed them in the first place. My dad had filed a police report on her that same morning and the cops came to our house and asked my parents questions. That day was very strange to me. Everything that was going on typically had never happened to me.
My Grandmother she landed on Canada on 1990 in Quebec Montreal. When she got here after sometime she got beaten up by some franchise while she walking back home from grocery. In Montreal there weren't enough brown families she stayed home always and she got exhausted by that and she was sent home for her treatment for 7 years. When she was Pakistan sh... ... middle of paper ... ...hed and said “kiddo” what she got called in Alberta when she was new. She’s still a teacher in Alberta she found out Alberta people very helpful.
A few weeks ago she moved back to live in our area because she had left her husband, he was beating her. He had got so stressed out with his job, and things did not work out as he had planned them too so he took all his problems out on his wife. She came back to the same house she had lived in before moving away and left him because she was afraid that he would start taking his problems out on John, and she was not going to stand for that. My mum helped Elizabeth to get back her on feet and she was starting a new job so I offered to do some babysitting during the day for her. When Steve lived with Elizabeth I remembered him being like an Uncle to me, he was a really kind man.
Her mother had many relationships, but went through the same process as her last marriage. The relationships her mother was in were all abusive due to alcohol, and many nights Patricia would have to run away while her mother protected her from these abusive men. One morning Patricia’s mother took her to school even though Patricia insisted that school wasn’t opened that day. Dropping her off at school Patti told Patricia to go to class, and wait for the teacher. After waiting in her classroom for hours, someone finally found her, but when Patricia tried to come into contact with her mother to pick her up from school she would not respond.
The most important value that I have been taught is to make family my priority. My younger brother and sister, Collin and Savannah, depend on me to do the tasks that a parent should normally do for their children, and that is the way it has been since from my freshman year to now. My sister, who is a freshman in high school, decided that she wanted to go to her first homecoming dance. I was extremely sick that weekend and taking medication to alleviate the sickness, so she decided not to ask me to take her to the dance. She asked my mother and stepfather, who unfortunately had plans to attend a college football game, therefore not being able to take her.
Soon beginning my teen years I realized how much you need your mom as you going through the changes. I will never know how the transformation from: Middle school, High School, cheer competition, Basketball games, Track meets, college, getting married, starting a family, and watching my kids grow up fell with my mom feel. My step dad took a chunk of my life and my siblings’ life away from us that we can never get back. I did forgive him but I will never forget. He taught me a life lesson.
Pleasing my father became nearly impossible, consequently, my mother tried all she could to do that. Describing my father as a monster when he became mad could be considered an understatement, which gave cause for the incredible concern to my grandfather, for how my mother would be treated. Even though his is temper had been out of control too often, she loved him, so she kept trying to keep the marriage together. During the first month of my parent’s marriage, my mother had severe back pain, and found her self doubled over for a week. Finally, her boss, and coworkers told her to hightail it to the doctor to get the pain checked out.
When we moved out of my grandparents’ house, I still spent every weekend with her. Then when I was twelve years old, something tragic and unexpected happened. My grandmother suffered an aneurism of the brain and died. I had no time to say goodbye, and we had n... ... middle of paper ... ...h person to learn to let my grandmother go, not from my memory but from my mindset. I’ve realized that it’s unhealthy for me to constantly wallow in self-pity.
As a kid growing up in a very abusive household my mother was a victim of Domestic Violence and for many years we were living in poverty this made it extra hard for me to handle secondary education until she decided to escape to the United States. At the age of seventeen my environment changed. The abuse stopped but we still struggled, as an illegal immigrant she was not qualified for a job and she worked cleaning houses and ironing clothes while I attended High School in Brooklyn New York. I had to learn to adjust life without my sibling because my mom did not have enough money for them to be with us and adapt to a new culture. During this my mother and I ended up homeless during the winter months, this was the most brutal and embarrassing time of our life.