family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Hi, I’m the woman you hate
”I do know her” followed by nothing factual. It means you don’t know me. So let’s get to know each other! I would love it.
By Jamie Elizabeth 5 years ago in Humans
Selfish
My sister and I will never be close. Even now that we are both adults, I still find it hard to be in the same room with her. She still lives at home, which is why I avoid visiting for as long as I can. My parents always ask me why I didn't come back home after failing out of college, why I would have rather paid rent and lived by myself than stayed with them until I got back on my feet.
By The Page Turner5 years ago in Humans
Calm Down, People - It's Just a Trailer Park
My daughter has invited a new friend over, and I see the confusion on the mother’s face as she pulls up in a well-maintained SUV with her child. She alternates glances between her iPhone and the black numerals on the front of my home a few times, as if Google Maps has mistakenly directed her to a different home that happens to have the exact same address as mine. I see the uncertainty and anxiety on her face as she steps out of the vehicle to introduce herself to me, hugging her daughter goodbye as she whispers a little too loudly, “Call me if you need anything or decide you don’t want to stay.”
By Missy5 years ago in Humans
When I Say 10 O'Clock
An early life marred by tardiness began with my delivery, in which I greatly inconvenienced my mother not only by being overdue, but by churlishly turning around at the last minute and presenting as a breech birth. Talk about rude and inconsiderate!
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Humans
My Daughter's Stepmother
'I didn't choose you to be in my life! And Hell, you sure didn't choose me either! But what I have come to realise is that, unknowingly and by no choice of my own, you have become one of the most important women in my life.
By MazFaerie 5 years ago in Humans
Understandably misunderstood
When it comes to love and marriage, some will have a list. Others will just go with the flow. I was the go with the flow type. I never really had given much thought of what I wanted my husband to look like. Over time, I really wasn't excited about marriage. I was getting older, trying to establish myself but I didn't see myself settled down and playing wife and mommy. But somewhere along the line of life, I became a wife and a mother. I can only assume that growing up a military brat assisted in my adaption for my new life. Because I took it seriously.
By Kymberlee King5 years ago in Humans
My Life
My name is Surayaa. I was born in November 1998. In a small island called Trinidad and Tobago. I traveled to the U.S.A at a young age, with my sisters and my mom by that time my dad was already there. So here is where it gets all sad. My dad is a alcoholic and well my mom doesn’t really care. Being so young living in a world where there is so much violence and troubles where hard. I never stayed one place. My family would always move from house to house cause they could never pay rent. Every time my dad would come home drunk he would fight with my mom and I mean literally fight. Where my mom would end up in the hospital sometimes. An it was a everyday thing with the drinking. So let’s jump into when our house caught on fire and my sister and her husband left me a 8 year old with my new born nephew alone in the house. It was winter time and our upstairs neighbors kept a candle lighting and it fell on the floor. It was only me and my baby nephew alone home. Lucky there was a next door neighbor who was shoveling the snow from her driveway and saw the fire and came to help us. My mom said she saw the fire from the train station and all the fire truck going into that road and she ran to the house and my dad said he saw the fire trucks going into where we lived but he was drinking in a bar so he didn’t care. Luckily me and my nephew where safe. An I thank the lady who saved us. What a winter that was. So my whole family got split up me with my mom and my middle sister and her family with my dad oh and my older sister she is married with kids. She was living far away at that time. Me and my mom never stayed one place. My dad let us stay with him in his apartment and this is when I turned 15. My dad was living alone so he said we could stay with him. My dad and mom went to work and I want to high school where I would get bullied all the time for not having nice things. An I got in a lot of fights cause the kids would pick on me until I couldn’t take it anymore and I started to fight back. That is where I started to become something I never wanted to be. I was introduced to a guy who then became by boyfriend for 3 years and it was hell but that’s a other story I will be telling. I became so unstable I was doing drugs and drinking a lot and then I dropped out of school. Me and my mom got kick out of my dads place so did my dad because they wasn’t paying rent. My dad become homeless and my mom found a place a 1 bedroom for me and her. Everyday her boyfriend would come over so I wouldn’t have a place to sleep. I would have to call and ask if I can stay with someone for the night. An this happened until I turned 18 I found the love of my life my boyfriend of almost 4 years now he took me in and found me a job and helped me fix my life. That’s when I moved out living with my mom and I packed my things and left. My boyfriend that I am with today made me a better person showed me what love is and I’m happy I found him.
By Surayaa5 years ago in Humans
Thank You 2020
It seems like the year of 2020 has been a total bust- unemployment rising, business slowing down, killer bees, and let's not forget the infamous toilet paper shortage! But among the wreckage that is 2020, there are plenty of things to be thankful for. Let's take a dive in.
By Serena Lynch5 years ago in Humans
Forever an AUNT
This is a nightmare every woman is familiar with. At some point in your life you've wondered, you've worried, you've known someone, you've heard the sad tale. That's me. I can't have children.
By Scr1be5 years ago in Humans
A Ray of Hope
I believe that one of the wonderful aspects of this platform is our ability to share freely and refocus our mental goals. I have found that having several moments to write on Vocal Media during my own stressful life has proven to be an incredible relief. I am thankful for the opportunity to find peace in this article. As a high school student, I always wrote creatively and have used my words purposefully with intent to inspire change. This creative passion ebed and flowed until I found my dream, and upon the crashing waves, I found my hope.
By Brayden Ortman5 years ago in Humans
I’m NOT BEYONCÉ
I’m Not Beyoncé May 31, 1980 A whole year before she was ever born. I had a entire year head start. But did I? I wasn’t raised by a Tina Knowles a nurturer, a guider someone who encouraged me and uplifted me. In fact I didn’t even grow up with a father. I didn’t and don’t have any idea of who he is. Instead I grow up with a toxic mother that wanted to mold me into who she saw me to be. But she never saw me. And what she did see of me she put me down with negative energy. Nothing could ever be good enough for her. At 9 I was molested even though that happen to me it became all about her. Her using what happened to me for her excuses, her attention. I had to just shut up my hurt suppress and get over it. when I was a little girl I wanted to dance. I remember she came in and stopped right in the middle of my happy and said girl you cant dance. I can dance. She never knew how hard her words hurt my heart. I think I was 7 then. After she said that to me it’s like I instantly knew this world is cold. That was the 1st time I heard clear what I couldn’t do. And to think those words coming from your own mother as child it hurt. After I got molested she petty me. So she a little more kind. I wanted to sing so she let me. She didn’t encourage me but she let me. So I would sing in church, but I quickly seen that me singing made the kids jealous of and some adults. I now realize it was because I was pretty and singing. So the adults shunned me and put my cousins against me. Making them believe I thought I was all that. So I stopped to fit in. I stopped because I had nobody to encourage me to keep going. Nobody to support me. I was raised in a entire family of toxic energy. Everyone from aunts and uncles that competed with each other, instead of encouraging each other. My family is still the same. They talk about each other put each other down. Always trying to one up each other. No I had no chance of every being Beyoncé.
By Aresa Henderson 5 years ago in Humans
Rain 1.4
Rachel's POV The next night I dreamt that I was walking through the field, it had so many flowers in it. I held up the bottom of my dress, it was a beautiful color of blue, it reminded me of my mothers eyes. I kept walking, trying not to step on any flowers. Until I reached the middle of the field, I knew I had to wait, for what I was unsure exactly. So I waited for what felt like forever until he showed up, William. I could recognize him in my sleep, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me holding me there for a moment before leaning down and whispering in my ear in his beautiful accent. "My darling, I love you." I closed my eyes breathing him in for a moment, before opening them and realizing he is no longer gone and I am alone outside in the dark. I opened my mouth to call for him, but I cant speak nothing comes out, not my voice, not his name I cannot even feel air coming out.
By Lily Ann5 years ago in Humans