He started to get very controlling and he wanted to know where I was and who I was with. It wouldn’t take long before he would apologize and say it was only because he loved me so much. At 15, I didn’t know what love was so I didn’t know that what we had was not love. One night after church we were in the parking lot and I apparently said something he didn’t like because before I knew what was going on he had slapped me across the face. My grandpa was in the parking
He can't even remember his birthday. It took us around 20 minutes talking about what he has gone through. When we finished, I told him that it was a pleasure to talk with him, and he said. "Can I give you a hug?" I accepted, and it was not a simple hug, I could feel his relief.
Whenever I could have visitation I did not want her to see me, and everytime she tried it made me hate her even more. About a year later my sister and I were called into the counselor’s office and we received the news that our mother was dead. I could not believe what I was just told. I never expected my mom to die at such a young age, I did not even know what to say. I did not know what to feel inside, my sister cried but I just sat there in shock.
She was gone, and I had no one by my side that I felt confident enough to share with. After a little while I started doing absolutely miserably in school, lying to my mom so much, that after a certain amount of time, my teacher called her and told her everything. My mom was so shocked that she could not believe it, my lies lasted for probably about a year and after sometime she has of course forgiven me, but I was all alone through all of this again. I felt so lonely and broken that……I wanted to end my life. I went to the extent of writing a good bye note, many times, but I always stopped myself, believing and on some level knowing that I had to fight and that I had to live at least for my mom, because she does for me.
The day I was leaving I said goodbye to my wife and my children. I kissed my 10-year-old daughter goodbye, but even though she was 10 she couldn’t grasp the reality of what was happening. Next, I said goodbye to my son, he was 13; old enough to take care of himself but we wanted him to stay around a little longer. Lastly, I said goodbye to my wife, my beautiful darling wife with 2 children to raise on her own. I was having second thoughts but there was no chance I could ever change my decision.
My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling. I was embarrassed about the divorce and I did not talk about it with any of my friends. I started to lose some of the close bonds I had with my
I mean I don't know how to tell you. I guess I was afraid of something or I was trying to escape from something and you know I have never been very strong in the head (smile). I'm glad Mama and Daddy are dead and can't see what's happened to their son and I swear if I'd known what I was doing I would never have hurt you so, you and a lot of other fine people who were nice to me and who believed in
He was gone this time, no turning back. I didn’t get to say goodbye and at times I still regret it. If I could have just got the words out of my mouth, he would have known how much I loved him. The funeral was a blur, the only highlight there was was to see my best friend attend. I cried the whole ceremony, I did not care who saw me cry.
After that day my dad didn’t speak to me for while and even though he was in the wrong my mom still believed him. I talked to my sister about it and she very angry. She I was going to go through everything she went through when mom and was together and that day I found out she was