Autobiographical Narrative
Often in our lives, things happen to us that change us for either the better or the worse. When things happen and they change us for the better we can make our lives great but if something happens for the worse it can cause us to change in a way that our lives go wrong. Once something goes wrong, there’s always a way to fix what we have witnessed. If you lose a family member and it causes you to fall down in life and you start to drink and do drugs to get rid of the pain. You can always get help and get yourself out of that rut in your life, you will always be able to pick yourself up and put everything back together.
As I go on with everyday of my life I always have the memories of my parents screaming at each other and at each other 's throats about everything. I felt like I was the cause of the problem. When I was two years old my mom and dad weren 't together. My mom ended up
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I´d never want my kids to see what I 've seen. It was my freshman year of high school. Everything was perfect to me, I had the cutest boyfriend at the time and would never expect things to go bad. One day I get home from school and my mom had made the choice that we are moving away from my step dad. I mostly remember standing outside yelling at my step dad saying it was all his fault all of this was happening. One of his sons tried to step in and I pushed him away. I was defending my mom no matter what was going on. For three months we lived in another place. At night I could hear my mom talking to my step dad on the phone. We went to family counseling but I never opened my mouth about how the whole situation made me felt. I shouldve asked to be alone then to talk to the councilor. Everyday I fight the urge to yell at my stepdad and fight with him because of the way he treats everything in my life. Once a person is negative in my life and towards me I never look at them the same. Needless to say he will never be a father figure to me until the
It always made my mom upset and caused small arguments. I would be mad at him too because he would rather hang out with his friends every day, than spending family time with us. It was progressing to where my dad now, is going to his friends house after work almost everyday, staying there till midnight or one o'clock in the morning. And my little brother and I wouldn’t even see him at all until the next day.
The move back to Maryland was one of the biggest challenges in my life, everything was okay in Ohio until my step dad caused problems with me and my mom. It all started when my mom tried kicking my step dad out of the house for domestic violence. She kicked him out because not only has he fought with my mom, but he and I have fought a few times. Everything seemed fine at first until he kept bringing police officers to our house claiming almost all of our household items were his and he wanted to get them back. Of course the officers eventually weren’t allowing him to keep coming back to bug us about it and told him to go to the court and take the problem to a civil court judge.
My father would come home at 6pm and I would be outside playing with my friends. He would call me in and my friends would actually say "Time for your beatin" After he beat me for something I would just run out and go play. By 8pm my mother was drunk and my father was good and angry and they would be screaming at each other. By 9pm they were holding knives at each other and there I was in the middle crying and pleading with them to stop.
Having read the two articles provided and a choice of my own; gave me more understanding of the ways writers write personal narratives. Reading the short article, A Bad Why College Essay about the reasons behind students writing personal narratives and how they are incorrect. There is an example of how you
, I was planning on visiting them in Ohio for Christmas, but unable to wait any longer they decided they would come to Chicago for Thanksgiving. When I had first started dating Tony I decided not to tell them because I was afraid of the possible repercussions, but now we were living together and I was no longer willing to hide it. I wrote a letter telling them everything and they decided they no longer needed to see or talk to me. I had hoped they would be as accepting as his family,who had welcomed me with open arms, but being from an all white neighborhood that was not the case. It was not until 1976, after we were married and I had lost my first child at six months pregnant that my mom realized how serious about Tony I was and she and my father started talking to me
However, when I asked him to let my sister come with us, he refused. An unwelcomed fight was started by him against my mother. It ended up with the neighbors at our door, myself shooed away into the car, and my sister unharmed.
My brother and I were playing outside with the dogs and my dad was pulled out of the house by people I didn’t know at the time and pulled out of our lives. When I was seven I found out that he was in jail and why but also that my mom had a boyfriend that at the time was trying to take my real dad’s place as a father. At first he was nice and kind but then he started to hit my brother, sister, and me.
After she explained to us in the nicest way possible that my father had an affair with this woman and that she was no good, we fed into my mother's anger taking it upon ourselves to be angry too. I felt like I needed to hate this new woman in my father's life. I mean, after all, this is the woman who split my family apart, right? I spent the next three years of my life loathing this woman, all the time spent hating her while trying to keep a good relationship with my mother and father made me absolutely miserable. After years of being miserable and angry I decided to give the ‘evil’ woman a chance, I sat down and I talked to her
Next, my mom started yelling at him because he lost his job with drinking and drugs. Finally, my mom told my dad that he has a drinking problem and that she was going to move out. Also because he wasn’t treating her right by cheating and having an affair with another woman. Kelsey, my mom, and I then move out after they have had enough with all the yelling and fighting. My mom and dad soon then got divorced and all goes good but only for a while.
For my memoir essay, my initial critiques were that it was not as personal as some would have liked. The readers wanted to be more immersed in my story of “growing up”--to get a glimpse into exactly how my experiences have shaped the person I am today. In my drastic rewrite, I decided to take a brand new approach by writing letters addressed to important individuals, or groups of people in my life. These people include my dance team, high school friends whom I haven’t seen since I graduated from high school, and current and previous love interests. In each letter, I speak the words that I either never had the chance to or didn’t have the courage to say (hence the title “Unspoken Words”).
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
They all wanted a piece of my dad after his passing and the step-siblings wanted more than recognition but a shot at the family home. After much quibbling, tense family meetings and dramatic paternity claims, we found ourselves in court. It was like my Father had become more important to people in death than he was alive. Lessons learned
That was very awkward for all of us they wouldn’t even talk to each other for the longest time ever and it made things even worse. However over the years I have learned to live with the imperfection of the divorced parents life. It is never easy but then again what part of life ever is.
I still remember the day that I talk back to my mom,she was like what?,like she never expected that I talked back at her. That day I saw the sadness in her eyes then that’s when I felt guilty for what I’ve done. I totally understand that she always wants the best for me and she doesn’t wants us to get hurt. That’s why I love my family so much that I can’t stand seeing them getting hurt because of me. Being part of a family is a big responsibility.
Well my mom and my father started arguing and my mom started crying which is probably the biggest thing that could get me from being okay to totally anger and upset within a second. I started yelling at my father, which I have never done before in my whole life, telling him that it is not my mom’s fault she had nothing to do with it. He obviously did not like the fact I yelled at him so we started arguing. I finally then had enough after we argued for so long and told him how I have actually been feeling. Basically that he is never around anymore to begin with that if anything happens he should not even care nor get involved because it just causes more problems.