Dayna-Marie Pemberton
Bio
Just a young writer expressing her feelings and thoughts.
Stories (3/0)
Friendships
Love and Support Different types of friends will love and support you in phenomenally distinct ways and usually on their own terms. Everyone is different and hence not all will express themselves in the same manner. Some will commit acts of service in your honor, others will scream from the rooftops how much they adore you. Some will simply just grace you with their presence with little to no communication. A few will shower you with their time or gifts. It does not matter how they show that they love you, you just need to recognize the different ways the people in your life love and you need to appreciate and understand that none of us are the same. You should respect how they express their love towards you. Do not invalidate their feelings because they do not love the same as you. Love is love, love is not fixed, and love takes on different forms. Appreciate those who love you, love those who love you. All they want in return is for you to understand them in this way and to accept them and love and support them in return.
By Dayna-Marie Pemberton7 months ago in Humans
Marriage is a Lie
Happily ever after in our favorite fairytale movies and television shows were what we clung to as children. We were taught that things that had to always be good or your relationship was not right, and things that are not right should eventually end. I have been married for a little over a year and though that seems like a minute compared to other marriages, I am here to say a marriage is not meant to be a fairytale.
By Dayna-Marie Pemberton7 months ago in Families
Seeing Parents as People
My mother was never one to speak about her feelings or anyone's feelings at that, so I knew when things went awry, I would be the one to have to figure things out. She was not perfect and I am glad she was not nor did she try to be. But as all parents do, she always tried to protect me from the truth of this world, the cruelty of this world. I was always too curious for my own good. My mother was in an abusive relationship, one truth you cannot hide from your child. Not for long at least. Her partner would verbally abuse her, always trying to convince her that she was stupid, or inadequate. When his words were not powerful enough, his fists did the job. Now I have never seen him hit her with my own eyes, and I will not sit here and say I saw him do it but I would always see the aftermath and unless she was doing that to herself, I believe it is safe to say he was hitting her. He would drag her to a room, close the door and have his way. This made me super sensitive to the feelings of others because I had learned to watch his every move to ensure he would not strike again as long as I was around.
By Dayna-Marie Pemberton4 years ago in Families