In stressful or uncomfortable circumstances, I challenge myself to first focus on a positive aspect of each situation. Not being so quick pick out the negative, my mental attitude stays even throughout the day without facing a roller coaster of emotions. I have struggled in the past with being too hasty to judge a situation negatively, which led me to become angry and upset very quickly. My husband commented regularly on how pessimistic I had become over the years. I directly link this negative attitude to stressful family and work relationships, lack of physical activity, and poor dietary habits.
He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what was causing ... ... middle of paper ... ... It took me a while to go outside or anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes I felt like I was betraying my father by having a good time instead of being sad. Me and my dad’s birthdays are both in June his is seven days before mine, and This May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don’t like to hear anyone speak of my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or saying a rude comment it makes me just want to tell the person that I would do anything to have one more day with my dad.
They said I will never make it, I just waiting my parent money, and the worst thing is when my best friends turn their back against me. It is really painful for both physically and mentally, since that moment I just isolated myself from them, even though I knew it would not be easy as I think to stand alone. Fortunately I still have some supportive friends from the preparation class, which help me prepare for the IELTS
She didnt care for me anymore, i could try talking to her but she didnt care, she “loves him”. My little brother is only eight years old at this time. EIGHT. Hes always been a mommas boy but he began to hate her, once my dad yelled at my mom and threatened to take us away from her, she stoped drinking for a while and nothing happened to us. We actually all grew close I started to think of brad as a father figure.
The court day was one of the worst days of my life. I loved Nick and I thought he was the one for me, but he hit me, multiple times. I couldn’t do it anymore, and my mom agreed with me for once. I wish it didn’t end like this, I wish we could have worked things out, but I just can’t be with or near someone who abuses me. 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.
Although I knew deep down that this big decision was for the best, it was still difficult and very painful. Just the thought of raising a child alone was scary. My parents were so disappointed in me they really didn’t have much to say, especially my mother. That made my pregnancy worse because I felt as though I had no one to talk to. I had friends to talk to but most of them didn’t understand what I was going through.
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.
That was one of the worst summers I’d experienced my entire life. It was a nightmare! I was sexually abused by my father the entire summer. My mother didn’t notice a change in my behavior, but thankfully my oldest sister noticed. She seemed to notice as soon as she returned home from work.
As I got older, my parent horrible treatment towards one another became something I carried on as well, due to all the years of the actions being modeled. Although, I told myself that I would not become like my parents, that I wouldn 't mistreat my partner, I would be able to control my anger, and that I wouldn 't emotional abuse my partner, I ended up making all those mistakes because that was all that i know growing up. I didn 't know what real love was like or
At the time I didn't know that this tiny hiccup in the road would change me forever. I didn't ever want to feel so worthless that I was just in it for pity. I fell into a deep depression for two years, not caring what happened to me or the people around me. This melt down of my ideals taught me that no matter what there is always someone out there that is better than me. The lesson figurtively tore me to shreads.