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My Mother Thinks I'm Going to Hell
My mother thinks I’m going to Hell. She didn’t say it in so many words, but what she said was perhaps worse. She was crying while we sat in her car in the driveway. “I’ve never been afraid of dying before because I’ve always known where I’m going. But now… now I’m afraid because… I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
By Courtney Pettersson6 years ago in Families
Mildred's Might
Mildred’s knees buckled and she grabbed her son’s arm for support. At eighty-four she was too stoic to cry during a public ceremony. Most widows would have. Mildred’s wiring and particular circumstances were different.
By Carrie R6 years ago in Families
Hey PS4, Your System Offered a Revelation
The week before the big day, my son, like most 10-year-olds, is super excited about Christmas. He began December with subtle questions about how many days there were before the day and had I begun to think about the decorations for our apartment. I guess seeing that I had not started like I mentioned I would pull out the infamous celebratory red, green, gold, and silver right after Thanksgiving, gave him pause.
By Tiff6 years ago in Families
The scouting Owl
The owl is our guiding bird just like the falcon. This story is about my grandfather who lived in Palau. Our clan was formed from our warring ways because we were the best in fighting land warfare rather than sea warfare. It was because my grandfather's side of the family were tall people. My assumption is that they were either from Java, Philippines, Polynesians from Guam or washed up Spaniards. My height is five feet six inches and my Grandfather's brother, whose name is Ngiraitib was as tall as a basketball player.
By Waldo Yamada6 years ago in Families
What feels like an endless cycle
I've written just once before and it shared how my family has had negative impact upon me. That my stories will be about struggles and the things that have occurred over the years; as I call it my free therapy to express myself. A counselor/therapist I have found cut you off in sharing fully what you need to just simply get off your chest and I have never found success in them assisting me. I need to just vent to get it out and often when sharing with a good friend they simply just don't fully understand either as all think its jus too easy to stop being there for others. So when I say an endless cycle and a family who can't appreciate; it's as simple as that they know I will be there to help but they show very little appreciation. Or even express it in any little way occasionally to let me know they really do notice and appreciate all I do to assist them.
By Amelia Woodrum6 years ago in Families
Owl You Need is Hope
By; Kerry Krzenski The wind howled through the pine trees, blowing the snow all around. The flames of the fire danced with the wind creeping from the top of the chimney. Hoping the fire would not blow out completely, ten-year-old Emery Willow and her toddler sister Fern were sitting as close to it as possible, eating the porridge Emery had just warmed up for them. Coughs in the background reminded them it was time to check on mother, who had contracted an illness so terrible, she had been unable to leave her bed in days.
By Kerry Krzenski6 years ago in Families
Beds are the best people
“You can take anything else you like but you're not taking my bed,” I told my ex as he moved out. I honestly didn't care about the rest. The TV, couch, dining table, washing machine, take it all. Just not my bed. I would be fine, find a way to survive without it. The bed on the other hand I don't know how I would survive without that.
By Sarah Barrie6 years ago in Families
A Bob's Life
I think I may be living my life backwards in some kind of Benjamin Button distortion where I still age normally but all of my life-shaping events are happening at the end of my life instead of the beginning. At the tender age of 57 I have a house full of children, a wife who gets up every morning and teaches at the local Middle School, and a pony-tail. I will now attempt to explain how I got here.
By Bob Collings6 years ago in Families
Why I Hate Living; But Why I am Grateful To Survive
I want to share this story since this is how I feel 24/7 living each day in my dysfunctional family home; and if anyone would care about how I feel on a daily basis and maybe is looking to understand, or to relate to my story. I am adopted, and I have two white parents, and a biological brother currently in my bungalow house in Chicago. Prior to being officially adopted, I have lived with my parents at 3.5 years old and I came along with my brother for an original emergency two-week stay, under the custody of DCFS. This time, it was very challenging since I was critically ill, non-verbal, and poorly coordinated due to the severe neglect I had faced by my biological parents who were both addicted to, and sold drugs. The first two weeks were filled with back and forth doctors, and hospital stays and visits. In addition, I was also diagnosed with Autism, and at the time was non-verbal and without any of the proper therapies and interventions, to improve my conditions, I would have been non-verbal, and in a wheelchair. With the hundreds of doctors appointments and back to back hospital stays with intensive therapies I went from being completely immoble and non-verbal to walking, and talking today. However growing up to now be almost-20 years old has been a curse in disguise. Prior to being 20, and to fill everyone in on being adopted; Anyone can say they love you enough just to give up on you. I had to face this at the age of 15 years old. At the time, I was going through an all-time low on both my mental and physical health. The cause of this was being moved from a Catholic high school, to a public school; feelings of guilt and fear when my sister engaged with drugs, and a possible gang initation, and the effects of my parents losing both their coroporate jobs. We also had a lot of family fights.
By Nikolas Taylor6 years ago in Families
My sister F'ed up
It started off like every other morning. I came out of my room and there was my sister with her kids. We were all playing, her daughter with mine and I was playing with my nephew. Just like any other morning. When my partner woke up, I had him take our daughter before he even went to the bathroom. I was in the middle of taking a poop when he came in to ask me to hurry up as he had to GO as well. I said “ok ill hurry up.”
By Mama Bear6 years ago in Families
My Dad Has Dementia - Journal #4
So far so good today. Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m in the process of food prepping some of Dad’s favorite fruits so it’s easy to grab and eat whenever he wants it. Growing up, fruits would show up on the table…in a bowl…cut up and easily accessible for us to eat at any time. Now look at me. Returning the favor for my Dad when he looks and, more often than not, acts as if he’s totally capable of doing it himself. (He does and he doesn’t, depending.)
By Lisa Akemi6 years ago in Families
Betrayal
What would you do if you were driving home from work and you receive a text message from your son. The text message was a video of your sister and father of your son talking horribly about you for a good ten minutes? We all know there’s plenty more where that came from. But seriously, what would you do?
By Laura Ortiz6 years ago in Families