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Growing Up Without A Mom
What does it mean to grow up without a Mom? Let me share my story with you... When I was still in my mother's womb, my parents were in the process of getting divorced. My father was a...lets just say someone who loved to blow money that he didn't have OR at least that's what I was told as I got older. My father was not there when I was born and was only there once in awhile, we will get into that later. After I was born, my parents went to court for custody, initially my mother lost custody of myself and my two siblings. My father told the court that my mother was unfit and my father was awarded full custody of myself and my siblings. This intern destroyed my mother and put her into severe depression and anxiety over loosing her children. Down the line my mother got out of her depression and went back to court. She was awarded custody of my sister, since she was suffering from seizures. My father still had custody of myself and my brother. As I got older, my father reached out to his sisters, telling them he couldn't take care of me. At that point in time, my aunts (his sisters) became my guardians and raised me as their own. Once this had taken place, my mother remarried and moved to Georgia with my half brother and my sister, leaving me here with my relatives. I felt so lost and abandoned. I was surrounded by people who loved me and only wanted the best for me, but I always felt like a piece of me was missing. A part of me did blame myself, I always asked myself why, was I not good enough? was I a bad child? did she not love me? All the questions a young growing girl thinks about. As I got older, she was still a part of my life to the best of her ability. She called me once a month, sent me gifts on special holidays. She did try to be a part of my life, but that wasn't enough. I also had a little resentment towards her for leaving me. I also started building resentment towards my sister. Did she love her more? Was she more important? Did she have something that I didn't? I would have traded spaces with her in a heart beat. My sister and I were living two different lives, as her life wasn't always easy, mine was given to me on a silver platter. My family gave me everything I ever wanted (asian family), it was their way of showing love and only wanting me to have everything to make up for my mother not being around. Growing up I thought that was awesome, duh I was a child. I did have an easy life, I had everything given to me. I never had to work for anything. Down the line, my sister became jealous and resentful, I had everything she wanted, but the only thing I wanted was my mother, which she had. I would always tell her I would trade places with you in a heartbeat, just to have one day with my mother. In our early childhood years, it took it's toll and eventually, we stopped talking to each other...
By Krista Nakano5 years ago in Families
The Wife
All my bashful beauties out there, go ahead and blush now, because as a wife I need to talk about being sexy. A woman's ability to recreate herself in private and then reemerge in front of her man like a goddess is not only a necessary (and functioning) talent, but also a major privilege.
By SouloCircus5 years ago in Families
Unbalanced Life
Since I was a very young my dad was a loving father. But that all changed in the year of 1996 when my parents decided that it was time to move from Atlanta to Alaska. Alaska was promised to be the best place to raise your kids. But there are many dark hidden secrets that plaque a small island. After moving to Alaska everything had seemed to change. My dad was no longer a father. He was evil, and dark. My temper grew with each and every passing day. I never understood what was going on. I saw that my baby sister (who's one year younger then me) was never in trouble. When I was just six years old I was told to go play outside. I was in a dress, and I didn't think much of it. I went out and played. I was playing on a pile of rocks, and these two boys had approached me. I didn't think anything of it, I mean why would I was just a child playing with some rocks. These two boys I didn't know who they were, but I still try to make friends with them. But that wasn't their plans. Soon these two boys had forced me to lay down. One boy held my arms and mouth, the other removed my underwear. Soon the one boy who took off my underwear, he was unzipping his pants. Taking himself out. He licked his fingers, telling me to be a good little girl and get nice and wet for me. He spit on me, trying to make things wet, and to make it easier to insert himself inside me. But he wasn't able to finish what he started. There was a noise and it spooked the boys, and they ran off. I had got up, pulling up my underwear and I ran home. I told my parent's everything that had happened, and they quickly took me to the police. At the police station the Chief of Police had taken me to the back with my parent's to question me. The officer was a male, and he had picked me up sitting me on his lap giving me a piece of paper and a yellow high lighter, and told me to draw what I had seen. I did what I was told. After I talked with the officer, we were sent home. Not to the hospital for DNA swabs nothing. Those two boys got to walk around with an order to just not come near me. In the early spring of 1997 the boy's and their family's had moved. But what they had done has scared me for life. Shortly after what had been done to me, I started to act different. My parents moved us from one rental home to the next, and that's when my parent's had an old Army vet move in with us to help with us kids. This man was hard to deal with, his military ways made it very hard to please him. I could never do anything to his standers. After a month of the Army vet being our sitter while my parent's worked. My parents moved in another guy, who was very funny. I had to two male nannies in my life, one who I could never make happy, and the other loved music and worked with food. As a kid I got use to the fun nanny giving me twenty dollars each week for ice cream, but that's not what I used it for. Life was still very much unbalanced I still wasn't able to make my parents happy in any way. Even if I tried they just thought I was up to something.
By Desiree Collins5 years ago in Families
From Poland to Argentina: A Journey for Survival
My 2x great-uncle Aron Grimland was born March 14th, 1914 in Kobryn, Poland to Abraham Grimland and Sura-Rejzla Glocer. Aron had six siblings, Soloman, Izak, Ethel, Joseph, Moshe, and Leah. Three of his siblings, Soloman, Ethel, and Joseph immigrated to the United States during the 1920s and settled in New York and Ohio. Aron married Ana Dimetman in 1938 and settled in Warsaw. While they were there Ana gave birth to their first child, Misha.
By Bradley Greenland5 years ago in Families
The Mom
Coffee is essential. Whether coffee is an ice cold bottle of water, a pureed vegetable shake, hot tea, or even the chocolate milk from Burger King that somehow got overlooked and hidden in the back of the fridge for an early morning treat; whatever it may be, we all need our morning coffee. My morning coffee is usually coffee.
By SouloCircus5 years ago in Families
What is the Importance of Family Support Especially in Modern Society
Life has changed a lot for most of us in the modern world. With the advancement of technology, each new generation is following a different lifestyle and their life is becoming easy and fully supported by AI. As a result, this has caused the illusion of 'extra' empowerment among the young generation so much so that they feel self-sufficient and machine lover. Although this is true that technology has opened new channels of communication and social engagement. So now everyone has a better opportunity to connect with more people. But we should also know that machines and virtual experience can never fulfill our desire to connect face to face with new people, friends, or relatives. Let alone the technologies can replace the importance of connecting with family. Therefore, no matter how much technology intervenes in our lives, it can never replace the role, comfort, and importance of family support.
By Brainy Queen5 years ago in Families
Should Men and Women Have Designated Household Responsibilities In 2020?
While we all know that traditionally women stayed home and took care of the house and children, everything has been turned on its head. Especially during COVID-19, with both partners at home, roles are shifting. Even before the pandemic, it became necessary for women to work full time in most households.
By Kari Oakley5 years ago in Families
Raised by the White Is Right Campaign
Raised by the White is Write Campaign For years I have badgered my brother about letting go of the torment caused by our parents but I am here writing about them. In the current climate, I have rooted out an underlying problem. I discovered festering wounds that I am in denial about. I can finally see how my parents’ self-hate shaped my entire life. Their beliefs determined who I hung out with, where I went to school, and what activities I did.
By Auntie Becky5 years ago in Families
The Move
So much has happened in my life in the past 3 years. I moved to the West Coast and struggle every day to make ends meet. The thoughts that cloud my mind sometimes make me lose focus of what I'm working towards. Don't get me wrong, I live in an awesome community and love so much about this place, but I want to move back to Georgia.
By Chasity Wilson5 years ago in Families
