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People Pleaser
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" said my teacher. That was an easy question for me. I had known the answer since preschool, the early age when you first begin to understand that people have jobs. I may not have understood the complexities of a career, but I knew that people spent a lot of time there, so if I was going to pick something to do with the rest of my life it was going to be something that made me happy.
By Matthew Eyler8 years ago in Families
You Were Only a Little Abused. Top Story - October 2017.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," I cried. These words frequently echoed off my lips, resounding in a deafening silence from my mother. Most kids in my generation feared being grounded, losing privileges, or some form of physical beating, but I would have preferred those over what my mom typically had in store for me. I would have understood being sentenced to sit silently in my room. That was a punishment that most, if not all, kids went through. I would have understood not being allowed to watch TV or to use the computer, for those were good things that I, in my bad behavior, didn't deserve. And even a spanking with the wooden spoon...I'm not justifying physical violence or abuse, but at least these consequences would have been more typical of the average kid in the 90s.
By Matthew Eyler8 years ago in Families
I Have 13 Siblings
My name is Daniel. I have ten brothers and three sisters. I'll just answer the questions you would ask in person first. All from the same parents. No twins. Yes, they're done having kids. I'm the fifth oldest. There was always someone to spend time with. I'm currently the oldest at home. I've talked about my family a lot, so I know that's usually where the topic dies until I'm told about your mom's or dad's equally-abnormally-large family that's almost as large.
By Daniel Bowers8 years ago in Families
Saturdays with Mom
Our Saturday’s were always very regimented; even when I was a little girl. She would wake up every Saturday morning at 9 AM and make her way over to the coffee pot. She would grumble to herself and fumble with the coffee filters. We always bought Gevalia brand coffee, because it was bold but cheap. The coffee would slowly start brewing, and she would let out a sigh of relief. I think deep down my mother hated mornings more than she hated my father, but she acted like it didn’t bother her. She would then make her way over to the kitchen table where she would sit and crack the sliding glass door. No morning was complete without mom smoking a cigarette. She enjoyed smoking Marlboro Menthol Light Kings, those were her favorite. After her cigarette she would wash her hands and switch on the radio. It was not long before I too would wake up, and join her downstairs in the kitchen.
By Katherine Schaefer8 years ago in Families
I Pulled the Trigger at 9 Years Old
I'm trying to remember the time in my life when chaos first started. Ironically, this story connects to my life now in so many ways. If you read my profile bio, you already know I'm in love with a guy whose baby mama wants me gone. Yes, that's right. You didn't read it wrong. I definitely feel I should tell you about her but not right now. She deserves her own story.
By Haley Sweers8 years ago in Families
Moving
When I was 12 I lived in a small town called Ruch, Oregon. Ruch was mainly farming country. Lots of hicks and horses. It got cold in the winter, smoky in the summer, and it was perfect. My brother, my mother, my father, and I all lived in a beautful A-frame home in the middle of nowhere. It took us an hour to get to the nearest health food store, which we visited weekly. Of course, there was only one school in Ruch. My 9-year-old brother and I attended for 3 days. After my parents learned that the school was affiliated with the church next door they pulled us right out. We didn't like it much anyway. However, this left us with no place to learn and no place to go every day. So, my parents decided to homeschool us and while making that decision they could not have seen what was coming.
By Savanah Schafer8 years ago in Families
Little Girl Lost
I was only a year and half when my parents got divorced. It was just my mom and me. I have a lot of memories of when I was little but most of those memories are through pictures and stories. I am not sure how old I was but I know that I was still in a crib because there wasn’t any room for another bed. Anyway I used to have a blanket that was light blue, and because I loved that blanket so much I took it everywhere. My mom and I had a female cat and she would climb into my crib and sleep with me. One day I noticed something was different. I woke and my blanket was bloody. I told mom to come here, and she did and she told me that the cat was having babies. She was having them on my bed on my blanket so she took the blanket out of my crib, and put them and the blanket on the bed so I would have room in my crib to sleep. She didn’t want me to touch them. Mom took them and the blanket and put them in the closet so I wouldn’t go near them because she told me that if I did the cat would kill her babies. So I left them alone. After the babies got big enough we gave them away.
By Crystal Greer8 years ago in Families
In The Time Of My Parents
The other day, I heard my Mother laughing and it reminded me of my Grandmother. Immediately, I was taken back to those afternoons after school that were spent with my Grandparents, the holidays when we gathered at their home and my Grandmother made her positively delicious Mirliton dressing, laughter and my Grandfathers' favorite Christmas music wafting through the house.
By Kimberly Denesse8 years ago in Families
