Similarly to my demeanor when I was younger, I let my anger consume me. This time, however, it would be directed at a different source. My already-fragile bond with my sister nearly capsized. She absolutely hated me for the spite-filled words I threw harshly at this boy of hers. She completely resented my involvement in her relationship.
Diane reported that Mary doesn’t like her because Mary believes that Diane is responsible for firing her previous staff member (Lonesome Little). When Diane attempted to explain that she had nothing to do with Mr. Little being fired, Mary aggressively cursed Diane and told her she was lying. Mary staff told her not to talk like that and when Mary appeared to get upset, one of her staff took her out of the building ranting. Behavior never addressed just allowed to fester The meeting pursued and other issues were addressed, clothing, undergarments, hair everything but the outburst. Mary reported that she wanted to work with someone else and so Mary was given the option because of her choices and the big push for clients to be allowed their choices.
As my emotions played out on a spectrum I became furious for not seeing the signs that were there and letting her hurt herself. Disbelief comes from not thinking that anything this horrible could be happening to my child and for it to be self-inflicted was beyond the pale. Uncertainty stemmed from not being able to trust her,
Then this dirty bitch O got up in Pinky 's face before I could think of a reason to stop Pinky from leaving and explain my behavior. I saw the petty shit O was on and knew Pinky wasn 't going to take it, I was holding Pinky back because I didn 't want my woman fighting like some random in the street. She didn 't see it that way and she went off on me and when O’s dumb a... ... middle of paper ... ...her she was so fucking perfect to me, every curve, pudge, and dimple made her even more attractive. My dick started to twitch so I looked away, but that didn 't help I had her body memorized and I wanted to fuck her until she forgot all of my bullshit. But Pinky would 've probably chopped my dick off if I tried anything with her.
By doing so she made me hate her with an extreme passion that I could not possibly describe. The way she treated her mother was no way to treat the woman who raised and cared for you. By lying to herself she deserved everything that came her way and maybe I'm being too harsh but karma was getting closer and closer as time went by. Fortunately I was able to catch myself before I possibly got to the stage Sarah reached. That was only possible through CHS 202 opening up my mind and showing me the road I was taking was to my own demise.
I thought I would never see her again. I cried and the teacher tried to calm me down, but it didn’t work. She carried me around the class trying to make me stop crying, but I kicked her because she took me away from my mum. The teacher got really tired of trying to calm me down so she told me she would call up my mum and let her talk to me. When she called and she gave me the phone, I was shouting at my mum because she left me with a stranger, in a weird place, without even saying bye, and she had never done that before, she never left me alone when we went out, she never liked it when she saw me talking to complete strangers, and she used to keep telling me that you cant trust those strangers because you don’t know if they are good people, or bad people, and if they are bad people, they can kidnap me, and I will never get to see her again.
As she does not live with her mother she feels the need to rebel so that The Social Services will send her to her mother. During the story, certain events affect... ... middle of paper ... ...ings or people a chance. Gilly didn't give William Ernest or Maime Trotter a chance, she immediately thought they weren't up to her standards, but after a while she realised they were just like her. My views of the characters did change during the story. At the start, I really did not like Gilly; I thought she was really mean and a horrible person.
She had abused him and I found the gap between their ages to be creepy and somewhat perverted. On the other hand, I felt sorry for Michael’s loss. It was cruel of her to leave without giving him any warning or goodbye, and it left him broken. She left him believing that it was his fault that she left. Here the author uses the weight of Hanna’s abandoning of Michael to elicit a response from the
I would sit and think, trying to drown out the screaming. The words of hate were thrown like daggers from dad to mom. I remember hearing the thundering of mom going down the stairs, but it was not by her own will. I remember hearing the screams of “I hate you” being yelled at dad, and the yelling of “You cheated, and you were caught, just admit to it damn it!” I remember when we moved for the second time, the fighting progressively got worse. My mom gave my dad chances to come clean, and to be sorry, but the day where he would say “I am sorry” never came.
My mom had also gotten probation. My aunt had accused her of Domestic Violence. I thought it was foolish of my aunt to press this kind of charges against my mom, since they did not live together. I hated my aunt. I knew that both my mom and my aunt were guilty for what had happened, but my aunt had gone too far.