Patricia Meredith
Bio
I tell the truth about the things that happened to me.
Stories (7/0)
This Is Me
When I was young, I had lost my parents. My mom passed when I was 6 and my dad passed when I was 7. At that time, my brother and I had moved in with my then 36-year-old cousin who happened to have 2 kids of her own. The first few years were good until I hit the age of 12 when my cousin had pulled me around the house by my hair. The hatred and dislike took off from there. She blamed me for everything and always assumed I was lying about everything because of the guys she's dated in the past always did that. She never gave me space nor even let me talk. Whenever I would get into trouble, she would always change the story of how I got in trouble to whoever she told. She didn't care about me and what I thought. I've stood up to her multiple times and she would always slap me across the face for doing so. She would always believe I was talking back to her when I never did. Her husband was the same way. He would always hit me whenever I would "talk back" but all I did was stick up for myself to them since they never listened to anyone before.
By Patricia Meredith2 years ago in Families
I Apologized...
I have apologized for too much... I apologized for too much, yet the same things continued to happen. I apologized for your actions when I’m not the one you made the decision to make those actions. I apologized for your anger when I wasn’t the one who got mad. I’ve apologized my whole life and never got anything in return for my apology other than the same actions and hate that I’ve always received. I apologized when I was right even though the apology was unnecessary. I apologized for the way I felt when I had every right to feel that way. I apologized when I was hurt when I didn’t hurt myself, you did. I apologized for how you acted because I thought I had to. I apologized when my thoughts and beliefs went against what your thoughts and beliefs were because if I didn’t, there was going to be a huge argument.
By Patricia Meredith2 years ago in Humans
My Story
Losing my parents was one of the hardest things that could have happened to me. I was a child and I needed them to guide me to be the right person that I needed to be. My parents were my best friends, and they were supposed to be there to watch me grow up. I shouldn’t be dwelling on the past but sometimes its hard when a birthday, a holiday or the anniversary of their death rolls around. It’s been 15 years since I lost my mom and 14 years since I lost my dad and to this day, the pain hurts just as much as the day I lost both of them. My mom died May 4th, 2006 and my dad died March 19th, 2007. It’s hard going through life without them.
By Patricia Meredith2 years ago in Families
Nobody Knows the Real Me
Nobody knows the real me and what I feel inside. Nobody knows how many times I’ve sat in my room and cried about the things that I wish never happened. How many times I’ve lost hope because times were getting hard, and my depression was really fighting back and trying to take over. How many times I’ve been let down by people that swore they never would. How many times I’ve felt like I was going to snap because people were really pushing my buttons but don’t because I know that’s not who I am. How many times I’ve had to hold back tears because I didn’t want people I didn’t know to see me cry. How many times I’ve forced myself not to cry when I was sad. How many times I’ve thought that I wasn’t good enough. The bad thoughts that go through my mind and how horrible they are really get to me and nobody knows that. How strong I have to be just to make it through one day. Sometimes being one of the strong ones means that I love beyond all faults. I cry behind closed doors. I fight battles that I never tell anyone about. I keep myself together so no one I love knows that I’m broken. I’m so broken that no one can even fix me.
By Patricia Meredith3 years ago in Psyche
Gas Station Job
I used to work for a gas station. Let me tell you that job had so many interesting people and I have a ton of stories about that job. Let me just start off and say that if it wasn’t for me needing a job and a source of income, I probably would have slapped quite a few people. Another thing, the customer isn’t always right. No matter how much the customer thinks they’re right, they aren’t. But with this job, I’ve had some creeps come in and be seriously disgusting while I was there. And I mean always talking about sex kind of disgusting.
By Patricia Meredith3 years ago in Journal
Living With A Narcissist
When my dad died when I was 7, my cousin who was 30 years old at the time had gotten custody of my brother and me. At first everything was fine and going well. Then by the time I turned 12, everything changed. I was grounded for absolutely everything. At that time it was just me lying about little things. As the years progressed, the things I had gotten grounded for got ridiculous. If something wasn’t cleaned right or done right, I was grounded. If I had a small pile of clothes that weren’t in the dirty clothes basket, I was grounded, and my room was searched. My brother and I had shared a room for a couple years before my cousin’s oldest son had moved out and my brother had moved into the other room with my cousin’s youngest, but once her oldest moved out and my brother moved into the same room as her youngest, let me just say if that other bed in my room wasn’t clean and strictly just have extra blankets, pillows and sheets on it, I was grounded and my whole room was searched. She would purposely find every reason to ground me and yell at me. If I didn’t get grounded for a whole week, she would go through my room while I was at school and once I got home, I was yelled at and grounded.
By Patricia Meredith3 years ago in Families
Living Without My Parents
When you’re a kid, you don’t expect your parents to die. You expect them to live forever and be there whenever you need them. Well, that’s not what happened. When I was just 6 years old, my mom died 3 days after my grandma had. I remember being in the back seat of a vehicle crying my eyes out, wanting my mother and being told to stop crying and to shut up. I was 6 and I didn’t understand what was going on. I was scared. My mom had diabetes and had contracted an infection that spread so much that no matter what the doctors did, it wasn’t enough. She had both her legs amputated because of this infection but that didn’t work. It spread further. So much further that she was only given a little more time before she passed. No one knew she would pass 3 days after her own mother. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, or I love you. I miss her every single day. She is always on my mind. I think about my mom all the time. I know she’s not in pain anymore but losing her has been hard and it hurts. It has been almost 15 years since she passed and I’m still not over losing her. I loved my mom so much.
By Patricia Meredith3 years ago in Families