Family
The Pain I Carry
Before getting started, I would like to announce that I will be briefly going over the pains I carry in my everyday life, which made me who I am today. To begin with, I would like to present my life story in a timeline fashion, or try my best to as my mind constantly runs over a thousand miles per minute. Now before I do get into anymore details I would like to introduce myself, my name is Nayequwan Williams, I am a father of three handsome boys, Adrian, Saint and Kailo. Adrian my oldest son which is five years of age , my middle son saint, three years of age and my youngest son Kailo which is seven months of age. i am also proud to announce I am a Virgo, as I was born on September fifteenth of nineteen ninety six. So at the age of thirteen I went through one of the most traumatizing experiences a kid could ever go through. Just to cut to the chase, I was living with my mom, the house was occupied with me my mom, my little sister and my moms boyfriend. At the time we was living in section eight. My moms boyfriend at the time name was Ricky Johnson. Ricky has a habit of putting his hands on my mom, So one day I hear them yelling, I walk down into the living room and I see them wrestling, or tussling as you’ll all would say. So thirteenth year old me was yelling “stop putting your hands on my mommy” he didn’t listen, therefore me panicking not knowing what to do, I had to think fast. I ran back to my moms room and grabbed a all black pistol. (not knowing it was a BB gun), after grabbing the gun I ran back into the living room and pointed at him and told him to let go of my mom or else. He then gave me that devilish look I could never forget. Then he stated, “oh you wanna play with guns huh! Okay I got you!. He then starts yelling at me and he rushes towards his bag to grab his all silver desert eagle. Me being a kid I took off into my room scared. After he grabs his gun I hear the gun cock back and he bursted into my room with the gun saying “you wanna die today! Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fucking shoot you. I’m screaming and crying in fear as he has a loaded gun pointed at my head as he is holding me down on the bed. My mom didn’t even budge to help me other than saying “stop it, he didn’t mean it” in a nonchalant voice. Well of course he didn’t pull the trigger because I’m still alive till this day and I have no problem saying this in my story but if I ever do catch him again, I WILL KILL HIM! With no hesitation nor care for the law, even though my record is still clean as a whistle. There has also been other times when ricky and my mom argued and one day he decide to lock my little sister in the room while holding the door. As me and my mom are fighting him to stop he finally called it quits and left, leaving me and my sister traumatized once again. I! Me personally! don’t promote violence but some people do deserve death for as it is earned not meant to be giving. Now before I get into the next stage of pain I would like to say me and my family don’t get along whatsoever, I am looked down upon as the black sheep of the family. I never had family support nor had my mom tell me she love me more than I can count on one hand. Also my mom pushed my dad away from me at a very young age and brainwashed me into hating my own dad. But will touch base more on my family later on in this story.
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cOmE bAcK
The horrified scream that came out of my mouth repeats itself in my mind everyday. I try my best to blame someone else but I know it's my fault. How will I live with this? My favourite person is gone, and for what, to prove a point to me? A peaceful family vacation is all I asked for. After the year I had my dad felt it was owed to me to take me on a trip, so who am I to say no. Truthfully I don't know how he is paying for all of this, after all the therapists sessions and medication treatments I know we hit our limit and are in debt. After being diagnosed with depression everything in my life went by like a blur. Ask me to recall a memory and I will miss major details, apparently this is called “foggy brain”. My dad has been my primary caregiver after my mom got sick a few years ago. She's in a home and has know idea about what has been going on in my life but I think it's better that way. The more people that have to hear my shit is the more people who deal with my shit. I think my dad finally took my mental illness seriously when I tried to end my own life. Ever since he has not been the same with me, he says he wants to help understand me but won't sit down and have a conversation with me. This is why I feel this vacation is going to be weird but I appreciate what he's trying to do so I'm going to go.
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By Sierra 4 years ago in Confessions
