humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Get it out (continued)
Maybe “he” needs me or something. I don't want to be at a shelter. If he needs me I don't want to go through another night of hell in the truck with him. When he is "okay" a night of talking and snuggling in the truck is the best thing ever. When he's not "okay" it is hell. I should just ask his friend what’s up.
By OneMooreCrystal5 years ago in Families
Brokenness
As I’m sitting here writing .. I’m in such a torn state. My mother disown me and made my father do the same. My siblings are fighting, even though we just lost my brother back in June. I have to decide against being broke and not working because my mother doesn’t want to keep my child or have anything to do with me anymore. Life isn’t good right now. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. My life is in shambles and there’s nobody to call on or be in my corner. I’m on the way to being homeless with my 2 year old son y’all. My heart is hurting my mind is running wild and I’m so afraid something is going to happen with my son if I don’t work. It all started because my 2 sisters got into an altercation and my mother asked me to diffuse the situation with one of them. The other called to talk to my brother while I was on the phone with the oldest. I let her know politely they were on the phone taking about her and that she needed to hear so they could I see why each other felt the way they did. My mother cursed me out and I did the same back to her (I get defensive, I didn’t mean it). Every since then my mother has been saying harsh things about me. I don’t have a car or house but I’m trying so hard to make a way. I’m broken-hearted, how could a mother turn her back on her child over words. How could u try to play the victim and you cursed me first? I’m living in torture. Everyday and night I hear the same crap, the name calling putting down etc. but how so and you’re my mother!?!?? It’s 10 of us. Well one has passed , oh how I miss my sweet angel! I feel like the black sheep. I feel like dying is my only way out sometimes but then I think about my son. My Messiah. Everything I do is for him. I try to work as much as possible so I can get him what he wants and needs. It’s always somebody with their hand out. It makes it hard to save and that’s why I don’t have a car or house. I’m in this alone. My son is the only good thing and God that I have in my life. My baby said to me the other day “Mommy calm down” as I was getting him dressed. Two years old y’all!!! I can’t lose him I’d never be the same. My life is in shambles but I’ll pick myself up somehow. I just need prayers prayers and more prayers. I just can’t imagine my life without messiah. My heart is hurting and it’s fragile but that’s ok I’ll heal. Losing my son is something I’ll never be able to live with so please please please hear my cries and send prayers. I don’t know what could’ve happened. Now it feels like I’m being watched talked about, every time I come in the house. I’m depressed but this is like a whole mother depressed. I don’t even want to come home... technically it’s not mine. I just want a place for me and my son because I don’t want the negativity and toxic to spread of on him. I want my son to be taught love and not hate. My heart is aching for my boy every single day. My son cries every time I leave for work. I just want him to be happy with me. I want him to have fun and not me stay away from him for hours on hours everyday. I explain to him mommy is coming back .. mommy just trying to make ways for us. My life is so hard right now. God will restore, I do believe.
By Britney Saxon5 years ago in Families
Memories of Flavors From Long Ago
I was born and raised in Rome, Italy. My dad is from Rome, my mom from a tiny bitty village from the very tip of the boot! While we lived in Rome, our family core has deeply been centered on the heritage of my mom's side of the family.
By Cristina Sacchi5 years ago in Families
Open Letters to My Mama - Letter Two
Dear Mama, So, here we are. My second letter, not that you’ve probably even read the first one. I know you’re busy and have a lot on, so reading this is probably very low on your to-do list. But anyway, here we are with the second one regardless. Clearly the first one didn’t work, because you’re still insulting yourself about the way you look (which is pissing me off, but I know that’s not going to change over-night). So, what to tackle this time? There is always so much that I want to say to you, but when I write, my mind goes blank. That’s probably a huge reflection of my anxiety and not liking the whole ‘share feelings’ thing. But I shall push through my own shit, and rant about how incredibly inspirational you are.
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Families
Welcome to the crazy life of Momboss
Hey ya’ll! Thanks for taking the time to visit my story! I am a mother to two little boys who are 9 and 11 so we’re hitting those attitude ages! I have a bf I’m madly in love with. We are currently looking for a new place to call home. It’s been exhausting searching for a new home. We’ve been together for a year and 3 months almost. We have been through he** with each other. If you come back and read my daily stories about my crazy life and how I should have died twice but the Lord saved me. I’m here to tell my story. Let’s say we’ve been to three funerals within a year. That seems like bad luck. Then we’ve both had serious surgeries this year. Those are crazy stories I will soon tell! Sneak bit.... firey car crash and a broken penis. Yeah! Crazy life like I said!
By Megan Moore5 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving? No Thanks
Family, friends and acquaintances convene every year on the fourth Thursday in November dressed in their Sunday best. They gather around a dining table–or the living room television–to commit the cardinal sin of gluttony while watching football or a televised parade. They prepare and indulge in an elaborate feast, all while sipping on wine and beer, bantering about this year's football season, bickering about politics and intruding in personal matters like your cousin's dalliances and your brother's weight gain. Thanksgiving, almost single-handedly, kicks off a nearly two-month period of utter commercialism, consumerism and blatant debauchery normalized by the vast participation of all of us and mere tradition.
By Jose Antonio Soto5 years ago in Families
I Remember
For generations my family lived over the peaceful hills. We were the earliest inhabitants, the only ones for the longest time. The hills were rich in nutrients, full of potential, and we expanded. Although life was hard, the atmosphere was pleasant, and we thrived off one another. In a sense, it was a perfect life, at least for me. I remember so much of my adolescence, always looking up to my elders, and striving to become precisely like them. In a way, that is what we all did, to become the same, to be healthy, and to nurture one another. I learned that from a young age, and continuously reached out to others for guidance and help when I needed it most, and even when I did not need it. Purely to build knowledge, to become wise much like the others. I wanted to be wise one day, I constantly told myself as I grew up.
By Jordan Gabriel Clark5 years ago in Families
Happy weekend
It's another weekend, a full and busy weekend. I will stay with my family at home this weekend. There are things to do every day, with his wife, with his son, with his daughter, cooking, shopping, shopping, washing dishes, etc. It is the life of a family.
By Bun bun svz5 years ago in Families
