My Family Environment

“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then to do it.” – Ann Landers. This quote by Landers hits close to home for me. Being a child of parents who divorced in my adolescent years, I understand that it took them more courage and strength to separate instead of sticking it out for my siblings and I. Also, this quote is a perfect example of the way people view divorce today than the way they did in the 1900’s, where it was frowned upon and nearly impossible to survive without the husbands’ financial support. Divorce is defined as a judicial declaration dissolving a marriage in a whole or in a part, especially

The middle class is sinking into the ocean of non-existence and will eventually disappear at some point in the future! According to the US Census Bureau, the annual income of the average-middle class family has dropped down by 3.9 % over the last two decades “American Middle Class”. The Importance of this class is not limited to the size of the population it occupies; it is about the role that individuals of the class are playing in today`s society. The middle class is the class of teachers, service workers, journalists, writers, and even professionals “American Middle Class”. If that class is not supplied with the financial support it needs to sustain a good quality life, it will lose the ability to contribute

My family is an African American family. My family consists of my mother, who is forty-eight years old, and my father, who is sixty-five years old. My mother and father have been married for twenty-three years and dating for thirty. I have three sisters and two brothers. My sister is thirty-eight, thirty-one, and twenty-seven years old. My brother is thirty-seven and thirty-one years old. We are a blended family but were raise together in one house. I also have four nephews and seven nieces. They ages are from twenty-two to a newborn baby. My mother and father did not receive their high school diploma and are consider a low-income family. My siblings only graduated from high school and have taken on job instead of furthering

I have been a mother since I was ten years old. I have played the role as a parent to my father for the past seven years of my life. Just like the other fifty percent of kids in America, my parents separated when I was in the fourth grade. I can not cognitively remember an entire day where my father was not belligerently intoxicated, and I cannot mentally count how many times I begged him not to drive in his usual mindless state. My belief for my entire childhood was that it was not uncommon to have an alcoholic father. I thought it was normal for parents to behave cruel to each other and get into physical fights. My father’s constant insolent behavior was something my mother, sister, and I became accustomed to.

As the sun sets behind a misty hill top, cricket’s chirp, barn owls hoot, and darkness seems inevitable. These simple things did not always give a feeling of serenity, but of fear, hate, and the question why.

Everyone has an experience that forces them to open their eyes, exit childhood and enter adulthood. For some people this experience is one they relish, for some people this experience is one they do not always care to think about, but for everyone this experience is one they can never forget. When I was twelve years old my life turned upside down. My parents had just decided to terminate their marriage and before I knew it our family was also in financial turmoil. I was absolutely devastated. My life, the life I thought to be so ideal, was shattered.

At the age of two, I learned not only how say the word "da-da", but also how to say the word "divorce". Since my childhood, my father would be in and out of my life for months at a time. When my parents had first separated, I did not comprehend the extent of their decision. I still saw my dad regularly and my mom was always there to help me with homework at night, so the separation had caused no noticeable shift in my daily routine. Unlike most children in my same situation, my life was irrefutably peaceful. It was not until the night my father officially moved out that my life would change dramatically.

Constantly after the divorce, my mother and I wouldn 't talk for days, weeks, or months depending on her mood. The difference between other mothers and my own led to open doors for me. As she became unreliable, I began to depend on myself to get things done. With my father constantly traveling, I was no longer depending on my mother to fill out school papers, and day to day motherly responsibilities soon became my own. Invariably, I wouldn 't know what to expect from her, either a conversation about how she cares about me or how she believed my father was corrupting me. Her constant actions made me embarrassed and ashamed, as she would publicly choose her boyfriend over her children, and act out for attention. However, I am thankful

“That’s weird. You’re parents are married but your dad doesn’t live with you?” I can

Why I did something sometimes doesn't pertain to my immediate surroundings. Whether it's disobeying or doing something extremely compassionate many times it relates to something that occurred years before. You see life wasn't easy for me as a child. There was no I love you's hugs and kisses like most kids normal life usually multiple times a day. Instead, I got abuse I hate you's and I wish you were dead. I could never trust anyone but myself and even myself I couldn't trust at times. Then getting put into foster care and constantly knowing I'm a dissapointment,a burden, just somebody's problem. Life as a whole was never easy for me. When you have to provide for yourself and your siblings all your life and then suddenly you're split up and aren't allowed to know anything about them it's horrific. Then I ran away only to have to provide for myself with no job.I never got to be a kid. Then getting put in juvie,seeing horrible things, being told you're going to turn out like your dad. Basically caused a lot of issues with trust, anger, honesty and letting myself be loved.

Divorce; the word makes many children shudder when they are young, and many children know the meaning all too well. I, unfortunately, am no exception. I experienced it when I was ten years old. As it is obvious, it is a different experience having to live through it while being so young.

The event that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood would not be the incarceration of my mom, but the time following. After my mother was incarcerated for drunk driving and possession of narcotics I was assumed to be the primary caregiver of my two sisters. My father was not able to provide,ugh additional support because he was busy trying to maintain his business in such a tough economy. My newfound sovereignty quickly became a full-time job.. I was responsible for the daily duties; such as, drop off and pick up, providing meals, helping with homework. I was also responsible for the emotional support, the first crush and the first breakup. I quickly became a pillow fort architect, a carpool NASCAR driver, a mac n cheese master

1. 1b. Genetically, both of my parents are quiet people. Especially my mother, she does not like to talk too much, and can sit on the same place to watch TV or read a book for the whole day. She passed on me her quiet gene, so that I could be quiet like her. Moreover, my parents divorced when I was seven. My mother regarded this event as my biggest life transition so far. She said that even though I was quiet before their separation, I was not being so quiet to the level of scared to talk to people. After their marriage ended, my mother married to my stepfather. Living in a stepfamily will never be easy. She started to set higher and more strict disciplines on me, because she did not want people to look down on us. When I think back to those

I was born Kayla Anne Pray at Grayling Mercy Hospital. I grew up in Roscommon, which is a small town in northern Michigan. My parents too were from Roscommon and met when they were in high school and conceived me at the age of 19 and 22. Though they split up when I was 4 years old, I still went on as a cheerful little girl and saw both parents equally. My mother met my stepdad shortly after, and things went downhill from there. He was very manipulative and verbally abusive and had a huge drinking problem which caused him and my mother to constantly fight. It was to the point where I was too embarrassed to have my friends or boyfriend over because of his constant aggression and idiotic behavior. My mother felt trapped, because of having me

When I was 8, I remember experiencing my parent’s first real argument; It was like no other argument I’ve ever seen before. I heard the anger and pain in my mother 's voice as she and my father screamed at each other at the top of their lungs. I remember seeing and hearing the loud bangs and crashes of dishware that were thrown by my mother out of rage. Bawling my eyes out, I was confused on why both of my parents were so angry at each other.