Family Over Everything

My life was everything I ever really wanted it to be. It took a lot to get here; but I made it. And yes there were several times where I almost gave up and tried to off myself... But it never happened; and I thank god it didn't. Most people wonder what could a 21 year old girl possibly have to worry about.. Well I'll tell you.

I grew up in a middle class home of five other children. My mother was single and did everything she could to take care of us. Financial stability was never a problem in my home; but emotional and mental stability was. My mother couldn't ever seem to be without a man. And when she was, well, we were all miserable.

Around the early months of 2013, my mother met a man online and married him a month later. I hated everything about him and eventually it made my mother hate everything about me. It ruined our relationship to the point to where we stopped speaking. We avoided each other in our own home and it killed me. I tried to find ways to distract myself from my family problems. I got my first job at Walgreen's and I loved it. I thought maybe my mom would find an excuse to speak to me or even congratulate me on my first adult accomplishment, I was waiting for her to be proud of me, but it only made things worse.

I was an eighteen year old girl with money in my pockets and happiness in my eyes; and my mom didnt like it one bit. Once she married her pathetic excuse for a husband, the financial stability became not so stable. Add that, plus a cheating husband that you barely know, and a beautiful young daughter that your jealous of and what do you get? Chaos, rage, and emotional instability.

The fighting between my mother and I got worse every single day. She hated me more than tom hated jerry. And after so long, I couldn't take it. I felt myself going crazy every time I seen her. All I could think about was how much I hated her and how much I wanted her husband gone. My happiness was gone, and my heart ached. She had got what she'd been fighting for. She needed me to be as miserable so she could find a little bit of happiness.

My life took a dramatic turn all within a couple of months of me turning eighteen. I had my first black boyfriend. Although I am African american, I never took interested in boys of my own race until I met him. He was the complete opposite of what I was used to. An older man with wisdom and experience. He was 25 when I met him; and although he intimidated me... I liked it.

We talked every day and spent as much time with each other as we possibly could. I learned a lot about him, but not everything. There was a part of him that I didn't know and was honestly afraid to find out. But he had money; lots of it. I didn't know what he did, or why he would walk away whenever his phone rang, but I didn't know how to ask.

Reviews

[Schatzi]

Hello Aries,

Dysfunctional families . . . Roseanne nailed that one back in the 80s and I think there's still an audience for it today. You have an interesting story thus far. I am going to assume you are still working on the ending though because it just kind of stops. It doesn't feel like the end of a chapter. Otherwise, it is a good story so keep writing!

Thank you for sharing!

Kind regards,

Schatzi