However, the ex-wife had a different story to tell. She said she always allowed visitation, except in rare circumstances that were out of her control, such as when her ex-husband was late and she had to get to work herself. In addition, she claimed he was very disrespectful towards her and threatened to take their son away for a variety of reasons. Unfortunately, I could not stay to see how the hearing played out, but it was very difficult for me to side with a specific person. Both had very strong opinions and reasons to back them up, but it was unclear if one specific person was truly at fault or if it were
We’re a very large family, but we’ve become smaller over the past 10 years. My family is broken into pieces. My father died on July 2, 2010 when I was 7 years of age. The other side of our family turned completely on my mother when they accused her of being the reason he passed away. My mother’s father and my dad’s family sent my mother to court.
he foundation of my personal hell was laid that day. I was in absolute terror for the remains five minutes of the trip to my house. I slowly reached for the handle to the car door, but my hand was trembling so badly I missed the handle on my first attempt. The calm tone of my father’s voice was in dissonance with the anger he outwardly displayed. He told me to go straight to the basement and wait for his arrival. I heard my father speaking to my sister in hushed tones. In order to understanding of what they were discussing it was necessary for me to get closer to the two of them, but I only dared to venture to the third step from the bottom. I was close enough to hear what they were saying from that distance while also being close enough to
"Waking Up from Abuse" Awakening to the reality that your entire life has been a lie is about the harshest wake up call you can get. I speak from experience. I've actually done it twice now. The first time I "woke up" was when I finally realized I was the survivor of childhood narcissistic abuse.
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.
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.
I had to learn how to cook, do laundry, clean the house, write checks and pay rent, gas, water, and light bills. I even had to beg my friends to walk with me two miles to the nearest supermarket to buy groceries. As I helped my little brother do homework at night I had to explain to him why our mom wouldn’t get out of the bed as best as I could when really I didn’t understand myself. I also filled out job applications for my mom, knowing that it would resolve our
Well...I was 6 when Child Protective Services came to get us. I lived with my mom and my three sisters, the youngest was Donna she was 5 & Lizzy was 7 and Mary was 10. I remember most of my family lived in the same neighborhood like my two Aunts and my uncle and grandpa and grandma. There was an occasional gunshot, sometimes there was a fire truck rushing down our street . We lived on top of a hill at 1015 Norwich in Grand Rapids. I still remember every detail of the house we lived in.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G. I was so excited for the year due to the fact that i got to experience Y&G with my brother. Little did I know that senior year changed my brother.
I don’t believe that every family is perfect. Even though as a young child I thought my situation was abnormal, little did I know most of my friends were going through the same thing. Even though I handled my parents separations relatively well I am not one to believe that this is the case for everyone. My parents always told me the truth. They didn’t sugar coat the situation or lie to me.
I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i