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Identity labels are everything for a person who was raised by a Narcissistic parent.
Growing up between two homes after the divorce was hard, but undoubtedly worse because my parents were Jekyll and Hyde. By the age of 5 I was going on weekend visitations with Charlie (my father) which, included wearing ripped jeans and playing outside in the dirt. Then I would come back home to Cathy (my mother) and her husband, in their neurotic and chaotic home of horrors. I was to be neat, quiet, and not a bother during the week, while I was encouraged to be a wild child on those weekends. Each parent reminding me of how much the other sucks and how I should really "be". It has taken me 15 years away from them (since I became legally estranged at 16) to finally find my identity as a woman, mother of three, and wife. I only owe the confusion and trauma to them, but I owe everything to the labels that I now feel fit "me".
By Jaded Savior Blog3 years ago in Families
The Voice of the Tree House
The whispers from the trees began ten minutes ago to lure us into the forest like a siren's call. Halloween night and me just ten years old as my friends gathered at our house in their costumes and full of candy from the night’s scavagings and roamings from the neighborhood homes lit with pumpkins as the paper ghosts wraithed in the cooling breeze that rattled the leaves that sounded like applause the of bones. The whispers continued tin-like and distant as my friends with their plastic flashlights huddled terrified. “Long is the night, and deep is the forest where mysteries lie! Come find me!”
By Kevin Rolly4 years ago in Families
Ayah Kami
I don’t think our dad actually planned for any of this. When he came to the United States almost forty years ago searching for an education that would provide him with a better life, he had no way of knowing he would meet a young, White woman in college and proceed to have two kids with her. He couldn’t have known that he would successfully earn a PhD, work jobs where he was unpaid or severely underpaid due to his immigration status to support his new family, and come to accept that his two children would not follow the path he had hoped they would.
By Muchtar Suryawan4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom, I'm Gay.
Dear Mom, I’ve never told you this before but it’s time that you knew. I’m gay. Well, not gay as in I just like women. I like men and women. I’m bisexual and non binary. I’ve kept this from you for so long because I was always scared of disappointing you. As your eldest child, I always felt an incredible amount of pressure to keep you happy and live up to whatever expectations that set out for me — get a job and get a decent post secondary education. While I was never the best with my grades and schooling, I was always scared of disappointing you. Your constant comments about the LGBT community and how anyone who wasn’t heterosexual was constantly going through a phase were never met with deaf ears. I would hear every snide comment and passing joke that you would make at the expense of a community who is constantly bashed for something that they can’t control hurt a lot more than I would ever admit to. Knowing that you held a disdain for people who are just trying their best to be accepted in the heteronormative society and just try and get by in their day to day lives while facing discrimination purely based on their sexual preferences, what gender they were or the gender of their partner made me all the more afraid. Afraid of disappointing you further.
By Shandelle Kendraa4 years ago in Families
Two
Have you ever been the victim of complications that pre-date your existence? If so, you may be able to relate to my life. This all started because my Dad was not honest with the women he dated, and all of the women he simultaneously hurt. My mom was a long-time friend of his and amid their long-time relationship, my Mom was one of many other women my Dad was seeing before I was ever born. My mom did not care much about it because she did the same when it came to the men she dated. The problem surfaced when I was born and another one of my Dads girlfriend’s had a problem with the lies my Dad told. I have a big reason to believe she may have even wished maliciously toward me and my mother before I was even born. Moving on, this woman, I had seen her from time to time, I was a kid I didn't think much of it until my Dad moved her into our home when I was Ten. As a kid, I only ever wanted to see my parents get back together so it internally did not sit well with me that there was someone else. This lady is 23 years younger than my Dad, she DOES have “Daddy issues” seeing as her parents did not want her as a child (so I am told), and it caused friction in our house because she would compete for my Dads attention and I would get robbed of the time, energy, love, and finance, that should have been spent nurturing a young boy to succeed in his dreams. Soon, my life had become so invisible to my entire family that there were days I can tell I was going completely unnoticed. The only good that came from that, is that I stood quiet and watched what we call “generational curses” unfold within everyone. My family is not in any way a great influence for my mental or general health, and what kept my mind to be intact was listening to my biggest inspiration and hero on the radio, Beyonce, and Mariah Carey and the Legend, Miss Mary J Blige. Mary was the only connection I had to my Mother while she was in Prison. It made me cry, but it was therapeutic. Well, back to my Dad’s Girlfriend, she is the most vindictive, evil, condescending and pessimistic individual I have ever encountered in my entire life.
By Dylan Danford4 years ago in Families
Puppy love
Puppy love Let’s say this year has been rough like super rough. I fount a lot of battles within myself, I hurt the person I love and the worst thing about is that today is her birthday. Her name is annicia we been broken up since before thanksgiving. We met in may this year what if I told you I came home and she was in my living room sitting on my couch would you believe me? Well it’s true come to find out my mother bestfriend is her mother crazy huh?! I started seeing her every once in a while when her mom visited my mom and it was like the more I seen her the more I realize she might be everything I been looking for. After a while I couldn’t take it no more I had to get her phone number or something so I asked my sister for her Snapchat and come to find out she been asked for my snap days ago , that’s how I knew it wasn’t just me feeling. A month or two passed by and we ended up getting today. Things seemed so perfect seemed like some type of fantasy love story like we spent everyday together every second every minute every hour, it was incredible. .. well it was until life started doing what it wanted. Everyday it seemed like we was going through something like sometimes it was her, sometimes it was me and sometimes we both was going through something at the same time. Believe it or not life was becoming too much , it caused so much frustration , pressure and confusion that it made us argue a lot like everyday , it got real bad. I was so stressed between my family and my relationship I didn’t know how to cope so I started drinking heavily thinking that would ease my mind from daily things I had to deal with in my life , well I was wrong..it just made things worse. I was ok having one drink until I wanted another and another it became a big problem in my life because it was like I didn’t know how to stop and I have to admit I would drink and end up forgetting what happened the night before due to the fact I was drunk and it ended up being more nights like that than anything else. What happened to us ? We was so perfect.. yea we “was” past tense .
By Jakayla mcgee 4 years ago in Families
Broken Pictures
Reading at: https://youtu.be/diB2Sb4jki8 Broken Pictures When I woke up on my birthday, the rain was running in rivers down my window. It was was the perfect day to stay inside. Most days in sunny California, I dreamed about having a stormy afternoon to cuddle up under a blanket with my two cats and a good book in front of my electric fireplace. Unfortunately, it was too late to change my plans, though I secretly resented that the choice wasn’t up to me, especially today. The dark skies felt like a warning that I was not going to like what was coming, but I had promised my mom that I would spend my birthday with her. She had specifically asked that I teach her how to roast vegetables in the oven for dinner, which seemed like such an odd request, but I was grateful for her attempt to create a meal that I could enjoy, instead of having to pick around the plate for the pieces that I could eat. Knowing I was a vegetarian, my mom thought I must be an expert on anything having to do with vegetables, an opinion I took as a compliment.
By Devon Deming4 years ago in Families
Too Much Information
The wind blows heavily outside the bedroom window late at night, making it impossible to dream. A tall handsome young man in his early twenties named Anthony tries to lie down in bed to sleep, but the constant sound of the wind and small branches known as twigs keeps him awake.
By Victoria Ramos4 years ago in Families
