The Long Ongoing Conflict
Have you ever felt lost or anxious about a particular conflict because the outcome can end in many different ways? Being as young as fifteen, one should never have to feel this way about a situation they have no control of. It was unfortunate to feel like this at such a young age. As I laid under the covers in my dark room, yelling and screaming from down the hall crept up under my skin and deprived me of any sleep. All I could think of is why were they arguing, couldn 't they just stop and make up? I would hear this often throughout the night, and could not think straight because of the fear rushing through my veins. I was scared of what was going to happen, was my dad going to barge into my room and take me somewhere
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My mother from the beginning of my dad and stepmom 's relationship didn’t like my stepmom that much. She could see how manipulative my stepmom was towards my dad, brother and I. I lived with my mom at this time and my brother lived with my dad and stepmom. My mom was always skeptical about not raising her other child herself but I didn’t see any concern for it, I was too young to understand. My mom knew she couldn’t bash her in front of me because it would scare me even more than I already was. She had to be there for me because I didn’t have anyone else to talk to. My mom would tell me that everything will be alright and that my dad will be okay with all of his friends in the Navy to lean on. We went to Olive Garden that night to help get my mind off of things and to have fun and not worry about what 's going to happen between my dad and stepmom. I was scared many nights because I didn’t know what was going to happen to my dad, was he going to live with friends or move to Washington and live with his dad. Every night me and my mom would talk about where my dad was gonna live, what’s going happen to my brother and if I will ever see my stepmom again. My mom 's feelings through her divorce with my dad helped me understand my feelings more. My mom 's words comforted me like a blanket, helping me cope with my …show more content…
My dad tried his best just wasn’t feeling the same anymore. My father 's feelings couldn’t be expressed with anyone because he had to work all day overseas protecting our country. I was feeling scared for myself as well as for him. I didn’t like him being alone overseas with no family. He couldn’t talk to his daughter at that time because of different time zones. My stepmom made it almost impossible for my dad to interact with his daughter. She didn’t want him to be apart of her or her daughter 's life. I didn’t see how this was fair, I was getting very frustrated with her. Once he got back from deployment he called me very often seeing how I was feeling about this whole situation. He told me lots of times that everything is gonna be fine and he was doing really good living by himself. I was trying to show I was feeling alright, but in reality I was still hurting. He flew me out a couple of months later to make sure I was alright. I liked this idea and I knew it would make things better if I saw him in person and not just talk over the phone. We did lots of fun things together so my mind wasn’t on the divorce as much anymore and that we were going to be okay without her. We went to Six flags, Universal Studios and Disneyland and had a fun time together. For once in a very long time, I felt normal and like a kid who didn’t have any worries, which is not how society portrays the kids from divorced
When I was born, my mother breast fed me for two weeks, I stayed in the hospital room with her instead of going to the nursery, and she was home with me for the first five years of my life. My father worked and my mother tended to the home, with the help of her mother and grandmother. I ate Gerber baby jarred food and my mother read to me every night. My family did not adhere to many other cultural norms however. It was culturally expected that a husband and wife would have a home, with stable jobs and an established relationship before having children. My father was eight years my mother’s senior, and my mother was only 18 when I was born. My mother never earned her high school diploma. My parents were married the month before I was born. My father worked in construction and had a criminal record. Every single one of these descriptions violates the cultural norms of where I grew up in North Carolina. Although my story starts to sound a lot like a Lifetime movie, my mother defied all odds to provide a safe and secure haven for me. “When they sense that a parent is consistent and dependable, they develop a sense of basic trust in the parent” (Crain, 283). I could rely on my parents and trust that they would be there to take care of me which lead to my development of “the core ego strength of this period: hope” which emerges from the child developing a favorable balance of trust over mistrust. “Hope is the expectation that despite frustrations, rages, and disappointments, good things will happen in the future” (Crain, 285). My mother is the living embodiment of that sentiment. As early as I can remember, I can remember her insistence that as long as we were together, we were
In the book A Separate Peace there are many conflicts such as Gene pushing Finny out of a tree and Finny’s leg becoming permanently “maimed.” The book had many conflicts and there was a conflict throughout the whole book which was there was a war going on. Since there was a war going on the boys at Devon had to deal with the pressure of the war. This conflict created a conflict within the boys. The conflict that shows the most growth of a character is man vs. man and it’s when Gene pushed Finny out of the tree.
My parents divorced from each other for the second and final time when I was just 8 years old. This led to my younger sisters and I being raised by our mother who, over the span of the rest of our childhood, was in and out of abusive relationships with several men before eventually remarrying the a man who showed little to no regard for the physical or emotional well-being of either my mother or my sisters and I as children. There were countless nights I stayed awake attempting to comfort my little sisters who were crying hysterically upstairs huddled together in a closet with me while our new step father physically beat our mother downstairs while berating her with verbal insults and threats that would make any grown adult
The Israeli-Palestinian conflict has been a never-ending problem facing the two states. It began in the 19th century during the Ottoman or British rule. This was between the Arabs living in Palestine and the Jews living in Israel. It was Zionism for the Jews against Arab nationalism. This conflict was known as the Arab-Israeli conflict. The main issues were; border disputes, security, the control of Jerusalem, recognition as well as Palestinian freedom of movement. These issues are what spear headed the intensifying of the conflict thus it became as part of day to day activity between the two states. The Zionists believed that Palestine was their land as according to them it was part of their historic homeland- Land of Israel. The Arabs however already inhabited the place and so there was a misunderstanding between two races. Generally that is when the conflict began till now.
The Israeli-Palestinian conflict is one of the most controversial conflicts in modern history. The expansion of Israel since 1947 is seen as the beginning of the conflict, although its origins go back to the end of the 19th century, when Jewish immigration to Palestine began to increase. Since the start of the conflict, several peace negotiations have been carried out, resulting in variable degrees of success.
I was fourteen years old when my life suddenly took a turn for the worse and I felt that everything I worked so hard for unexpectedly vanished. I had to become an adult at the tender age of fourteen. My mother divorced my biological father when I was two years old, so I never had a father. A young child growing up without a father is tough. I often was confused and wondered why I had to bring my grandfather to the father/daughter dance. There was an occurrence of immoral behavior that happened in my household. These depraved occurrences were often neglected. The first incident was at the beach, then my little sisters’ birthday party, and all the other times were overlooked.
When I was a little girl my mom meant everything to me and she still does, but when I met this guy named Dustin I had a different kind of love for him. He was that father figure that I never really had and I had close guys in my life, but he really stepped up his game and treated me as his own. That had to be incredibly hard for my mom when she let this man come in my life. When my mom did that she took a huge leap and that couldn’t of been easy, due to the fact of the unknown. When she moved to Wheatland she had no family members and moving from a place where she had her family thirty minutes away was now a
Now I don’t want to dive right in and tell you what happened right away, but first I want to give you a little background information. My parents divorced when I was ten years old and after that day my mother was never the same person again. I still love her with all of my heart but I desperately miss the mother she once was for me. I can still remember her and my father carrying me and my little brother up to bed and saying a prayer as they tucked us in for the night. That was so long ago and she is no longer that person.
Today, Christianity is filled with different denominations. Each denomination differs in opinion in certain areas. The origin of the differences in Christianity dates back to the Roman Empire when Christianity was developed. The Roman Empire was primarily polytheistic and people in the empire were expected to conform and bow down to all Roman gods. Judaism was the first religion to claim that there was only one God, a strictly monotheistic view. Despite Roman expectations of conformation, Judaism was not seen as a threat to the empire and Jews practiced their religion with minimal persecution. On the other hand, Christianity (also monotheistic) was seen as a threat to the success and continuation of the empire mainly because of Jesus Christ and His teachings.
Well I decided to see how it was living at my dad’s and I kinda regret choosing him because it was hard for me. Well at this point I was sad because I missed my mom because I loved her and loved living with her. I woke up the first day at my dad’s and I was fine but I felt different. I went through that day and went to the next. After finally a week I was doing the same thing everyday the only thing that was different was the time I showed up at school. I would wake up and got to school, get out of school, go with my grandma, Grandma would take me home, I get home throw the trash, and lay down and play my game then I would wait for my dad and my stepmom to get home too cook after that wait a little bit longer then go to sleep. I realized this and I went home and thought about it and thought for a while. Ofcourse during all of this I would go visit my mom on the weekends and I would have a wonderful time with her. Me and my mom were very close because I was a momma's boy. During all of this my dad would get me mad over the simplest things most of the time. While I was mad one day I just had a mental breakdown and I called my mom and asked if she could pick me up and she asked why I said I would tell her after she picked me up and she said ok and came
She took days that she shouldn’t have taken, but did. I was comfortable and safer with my mom by my side other then other family members. My mom was beyond worried. I felt her eyes stare at me when I wasn’t looking. This fear I her eyes of her youngest son in pain and stressed. To make me feel better she did the regular such as making tea, turn on the cartoons and read stories. My mom made me laugh and feel good about myself. Tells me she loved me, held me while I was down, and told me everything is going to be ok. There is nothing better then motherly
Our whole future went up in the air, my mom was a stay at home mom and since we relied on my dad to support our family our whole lifestyle changed. I learned to adapt to a whole new way of life because of changes that happened practically overnight. After my dad passed away my mom, sister, and I got a lot closer and we had always been a tight family but now we held on to the only thing we had left, each other. My grandfather had been fighting stage 4 kidney cancer for several months before my dad died. After my father’s death my grandfather’s cancer worsened and he was more visibly ill. On February 18th, he lost his battle to cancer. Once again my heart was broken and I didn 't know how I could possibly get through losing my dad and grandfather in a matter of months, I lost two major role models in my life in five months which alone is a lot for a child to cope with. I had never been good at adjusting to change and there was so much happening so fast. My grandmother started to be a lot more involved in my life after my grandfather passed away. My mom was always “the good kid,” the one who was responsible and really was my
My father told me that my mother had a hard life and had to take care both of her sibling after her mother was incapable being she came through her own divorce. I also learn that my mother doesn’t really communicate with her siblings because they don 't get along over simple little things and these disagreement can last for a whole decade. Before I left her, I told her that if I had kids, I wouldn 't teach my kids the same way as you did to me. My life has transformed form to a better adult with a greater maturity of sensitive subjects, taking responsibility over issues, wanting stability in my daily life, enjoying a committed relationship, and a comforting home
She has always been there for me. Always since I was born. I mean that is a role of a typical mother right? Well for my mom it has been. Even when my father took me away from her when I was 6. My whole life changed...for the worst. All she could do was call me and tell me how much she loved me. Guess what I gave her in return. A cold shoulder and never once tried to talk to her. If I did say something it was “I hate you” and hung up. How could a child hate her own mother so much? To be honest, I didn’t hate her I didn’t even know her, but I felt like if I told my mom I wanted to know her. The real her, and not the lies about her that my family told me. Then maybe, just maybe I could
At the age of 11, my parents decided to reunite, and this became my lifelong struggle with trust, mistrust and development of strength and courage to achieve my dreams and goals in life. My mother continued to work long, hard hours while my father golfed, gambled and drank, to what most people would consider “the extreme”. During my school years, I ran our household while my mom worked. I made sure the house was clean and dinner was always on the table for my father, which left no time for a social life. My dad was abusive towards my mom and I would feel helpless as I listened from my room to him physically and mentally abusing her. After many years of not having the courage to help her, I finally at the age of 16 gave her an ultimatum. Either she leaves the abusive relationship or I would leave, so I would not have to endear the pain of it any longer.