siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Sisters
My parents got divorced when I was 18 months old so I never met my real father until I was about 30 years old. My step dad raised me and I have always considered him my dad now and til I die. However, I did have 3 sisters out in this world that I had never met until I was 30 also. You see to meet them, I had to meet him... so the search for my biological father began. It didn't take long to track him down either. He basically lived 2 counties over and it wasn't that I was so interested in him as I was in meeting my sisters. My father Calvin had 4 daughters all by different mothers, my mother being his 3rd wife. My sister Beverly is the oldest, then Renee, me, and then there is a 4th named Brandy but we have never met her and not sure if she knows or wants to know who her biological father is and that is how we have left it. Maybe someday she will find out the truth or doesn't care one way or another and that's fine too. But for me I needed to know my siblings and that I did.
By Vanessa Hampton8 years ago in Families
Narcissistic Siblings and the Pain You Feel from Them
Growing up in a dysfunctional household puts you at a risk for not having a very close relationship with siblings. It is shown that many siblings that come from abusive and dysfunctional homes do not have good relationships as adults and continue the abuse they were subjected to as kids through adulthood. Sisters and brothers are often made to compete for love and attention in a dysfunctional house as well as many are turned against each other by the narcissistic or abusive parent. Some of these children actually take on the role of the abuser in their adult life. These siblings are not in any way what a bond between siblings should be. They do not want the best for you and will do such horrendous things to damage you, they can and will try to destroy every asset of your life.
By Ash astrid8 years ago in Families
Family of Blankets
I was on Facebook a year ago and I came across this post from a lady that was starting a GoFundMe page and the post was saying that this family had lost their home from a fire. Well I clicked on the lady's profile and she had a video of her going through her home explaining each room. I wasn't into the video but for 10 seconds and I was in tears. What tugged at my heart was this family picture at the end of the hall. It was kind of scary. It was like the fire didn't touch that part of the house. The family was starting completely over from the ground up. I heard that they were living in a motel, and then they stayed with friends.
By Crystal Greer8 years ago in Families
Starting Over
"Wow! You started all over, didn't you?!" That's something I hear often when people ask me how old my kids are. My daughters are 15, 13, two-and-a-half, and one. I really did space them out, didn't I? I was a very young mom when I had my first two babies. It was tough but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Things didn't work out with their father and years later I found myself with the man of my dreams, the man I deserved.
By Linnea Ruzzo8 years ago in Families
A Caged Dove's Song
Everyone has dreams, no matter how big and outrageous they may be. Yet some people have dreams that are simple and not as far fetched as some. That’s me and my sister Faith. I want to be the greatest African American female dancer in the states. And my sister; she just wants to publish one of her stories. Faith has always been the one to reach for something that wasn’t as far away from her reach. But I, I wanted things I know I couldn’t have. I had dreams that not even the greatest people dreamt of. I wanted to conquer all. But Faith wasn’t as ambitious as me, despite us being identical twins.
By Imani Patterson8 years ago in Families
Favorite Memory
When I was four years old, about the time any other kid would be bragging about being four and a half, I was told by my parents that my mother was pregnant, I knew what this was because my cat had already had two litters and my parents were always honest with me. I was, unlike many of my friends who had siblings, excited.
By Sunshine Hoffman-Reed8 years ago in Families
On Being an Elder
I had a moment with my almost three year old grandson yesterday. I was taking him to the car for our ‘Granny day out’ and he hauled off and hit me across the face, hard. I was shocked and surprised as I have only ever experienced the sweetest of hugs from my little guy.
By Krow Fischer8 years ago in Families
What It's Like to Be A Twin
I am not an individual. True, I think in singular, learn in singular, speak in singular and do in singular. But I am not an individual. No, to the outside world I am a part of a whole. For the first eighteen years of my life I existed only in conjunction with my other half, my twin brother. He came into the world four minutes before me (a fact that feels more significant than perhaps it should) and our shared acclimation to the world and to our family has given rise to one of the most complex relationships I have yet to experience. He’s both the person I’m most connected to and the bane of my existence. But aren’t those just two sides of the same coin?
By Rachel G. David8 years ago in Families
What It's Like to Be the Oldest Child, According to Science
The oldest children in families often have shared experiences about what it's like being the oldest child. Very often, they may say things like "Well, our kid brother/sister got away with stuff mom/dad would never let me get away with." Very often, it is said in jest or treated as just unimportant complaining.
By Lindsay Parks8 years ago in Families
How Does Birth Order Shape Your Personality?
For many, the argument of nature vs nurture comes up a lot, in that people question whether or not the nature of your birth or what follows really will shape your personality and life. However, many more people should ask about the birth order of you and your siblings. Studies show that has a drastic impact on the development of your personality.
By Emily McCay8 years ago in Families
On My Way
So I guess we'll start from the beginning, where things really started going downhill. My parents separated when I was 13; now I have plenty of good stories to tell from even before this time, but I want to hit these crucial points so you may understand exactly where I am coming from and how I got to where I am. We'll spend plenty of time delving into the other stories in the future. Shall we start with the lead up to the move then? We'll start with Mom.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Families
On My Way
So, a big part of growing up where and how I did was realizing that my brothers, well they loved to see me suffer for sorts. Later in life they would call it brotherly love, but some things just don't apply to that criteria. This article isn't going to focus all on legal matters, but more like the behind the scenes in a few time jumps that involve some dark places where my moods were both fantastic, and devastated all in one.
By Zachery Lee8 years ago in Families
