Story Of My Life pg2

If I tell dad about what Ralph said he will be furious and if I don’t what he does will be all my fault.

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My father’s friend her name is Grace she moved in with us not long after the visits. My brother and I called her Miss. Grace she seemed real sweet , but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to give up some of my time with dad yet. She slowly but surely was making time for each of us , a part of me wanted to end it. Although I wanted to end this cycle I also wanted a mom more than anything , but Grace wasn’t my mom or was she. Soon enough Grace went from weekends to weeks she was here all the time. I was trying to make my dad happy but at the same time hoped for mom to come back. I found myself doing homework with Grace and letting her do my hair. It felt wrong to want to allow another lady to do these things with me. I thought if my mom were here she’d be mad at me for liking Grace as much as I have grown to. My brother Ralph on the other hand had been stand offish towards her since we met her. He says mom will come back soon and Grace will go away he was soo angry. If I tell dad about what Ralph said he will be furious and if I don’t what he does will be all my fault. I kept quiet dad seemed to be way too happy for me to ruin that by Ralph’s hateful words. As some time past my dad eventually asked if we would be ok with having Grace move in with us. I felt the air prick at my lungs I wanted so many things at that moment I thought about running away. Instead I had an asma attack my dad took me to the emergency room they put me on a breathing machine. The next week my dad moved Grace in my breathing issues had taken my mind from his request about our newest roomie. I guess he didn’t really want or need my approval anymore about her moving in , Ralph was even more mean than usual. I guess Grace moving in had sparked a lot of issues for Ralph and myself that we didn’t realize til it was too late. I put on a happy face for our father most of the time I stayed busy so I wouldn’t notice her. That way her moving in and living with us and mom being gone wasn’t so real in my heart as it was in life. Some more time past and my asma got worse I couldn’t go out to play as much and the doctors made me use a breathing machine at home too. This ment I was spending more time with Grace , my daily life was about to get even crazier than before.

Story of my life

The time I spend alone makes it all harder as if it all can come spilling out faster. Fear is a familiar foe that I know all too well thanks to the ones closest to me.

    It’s never been this bad the dreams are so real ,I told him I’m 22 years old shouldn’t I be past this. I feel these straining memories they pull me back into the nightmares and then it’s all over again. The time I spend alone makes it all harder as if it all can come spilling out faster. Fear is a familiar foe that I know all too well thanks to the ones closest to me. Family can be the reason you go soo far in life college, marriage, and even children unfortunately for me I can’t say that’s the case for myself. It all started at a young age 3rd grade was the first time I saw those stained walls and loud scary halls. I was just a young girl at the time I didn’t understand someone was out to get me. Eventually I find out that person is one of the closest to me.I had already lost my mother to desire and greed you know what they say “the grass is always greener on the other side”. Thats right she left on her own leaving behind a son , a daughter , and a husband but that wont be the last time I see her. When she left I was only 4 or 5 I barely remembered her as I grew up not that she was a good mother anyway. She never cared about the feelings inflicted or the crushed hopes she left on her way out. I spent a few years after she left adjusting with my brother and my father. It was hard on us my father mostly two kids to feed all alone , two messed up kids to put through therapy. Mom became a distant figure eventually I started to breathe again live life as any little girl would at least for the moment. My father had made friends with this new woman and that was about to change everything.  My brother is three years older than me his name is Ralph , he and I were so close as kids.