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You Were Only a Little Abused. Top Story - October 2017.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," I cried. These words frequently echoed off my lips, resounding in a deafening silence from my mother. Most kids in my generation feared being grounded, losing privileges, or some form of physical beating, but I would have preferred those over what my mom typically had in store for me. I would have understood being sentenced to sit silently in my room. That was a punishment that most, if not all, kids went through. I would have understood not being allowed to watch TV or to use the computer, for those were good things that I, in my bad behavior, didn't deserve. And even a spanking with the wooden spoon...I'm not justifying physical violence or abuse, but at least these consequences would have been more typical of the average kid in the 90s.
By Matthew Eyler8 years ago in Families
I Have 13 Siblings
My name is Daniel. I have ten brothers and three sisters. I'll just answer the questions you would ask in person first. All from the same parents. No twins. Yes, they're done having kids. I'm the fifth oldest. There was always someone to spend time with. I'm currently the oldest at home. I've talked about my family a lot, so I know that's usually where the topic dies until I'm told about your mom's or dad's equally-abnormally-large family that's almost as large.
By Daniel Bowers8 years ago in Families
7 Things My Family Taught Me To Love About Autumn
The First Day of School — The temperature begins to change and there is a sense of something new on the way. The colder air makes the senses sharper and more alert. It is like a jolt to the system as we walk down the street to get the mail or start the car in the morning before work. It becomes clear that the sweltering heat of summer has passed and something new has begun. School is beginning once again. It is a fresh start.
By Jessica L8 years ago in Families
I Ran Away...
Not long ago, I used to live in Texas with my mother and my step-father and their four kids. I grew up to learn to not be ungrateful and love everything you have, cause there are people in the world that don't have anything; but I took in too much hurt and pain to stay.
By Tiinka8 years ago in Families
Saturdays with Mom
Our Saturday’s were always very regimented; even when I was a little girl. She would wake up every Saturday morning at 9 AM and make her way over to the coffee pot. She would grumble to herself and fumble with the coffee filters. We always bought Gevalia brand coffee, because it was bold but cheap. The coffee would slowly start brewing, and she would let out a sigh of relief. I think deep down my mother hated mornings more than she hated my father, but she acted like it didn’t bother her. She would then make her way over to the kitchen table where she would sit and crack the sliding glass door. No morning was complete without mom smoking a cigarette. She enjoyed smoking Marlboro Menthol Light Kings, those were her favorite. After her cigarette she would wash her hands and switch on the radio. It was not long before I too would wake up, and join her downstairs in the kitchen.
By Katherine Schaefer9 years ago in Families
I Pulled the Trigger at 9 Years Old
I'm trying to remember the time in my life when chaos first started. Ironically, this story connects to my life now in so many ways. If you read my profile bio, you already know I'm in love with a guy whose baby mama wants me gone. Yes, that's right. You didn't read it wrong. I definitely feel I should tell you about her but not right now. She deserves her own story.
By Haley Sweers9 years ago in Families
Moving
When I was 12 I lived in a small town called Ruch, Oregon. Ruch was mainly farming country. Lots of hicks and horses. It got cold in the winter, smoky in the summer, and it was perfect. My brother, my mother, my father, and I all lived in a beautful A-frame home in the middle of nowhere. It took us an hour to get to the nearest health food store, which we visited weekly. Of course, there was only one school in Ruch. My 9-year-old brother and I attended for 3 days. After my parents learned that the school was affiliated with the church next door they pulled us right out. We didn't like it much anyway. However, this left us with no place to learn and no place to go every day. So, my parents decided to homeschool us and while making that decision they could not have seen what was coming.
By Savanah Schafer9 years ago in Families
Little Girl Lost
I was only a year and half when my parents got divorced. It was just my mom and me. I have a lot of memories of when I was little but most of those memories are through pictures and stories. I am not sure how old I was but I know that I was still in a crib because there wasn’t any room for another bed. Anyway I used to have a blanket that was light blue, and because I loved that blanket so much I took it everywhere. My mom and I had a female cat and she would climb into my crib and sleep with me. One day I noticed something was different. I woke and my blanket was bloody. I told mom to come here, and she did and she told me that the cat was having babies. She was having them on my bed on my blanket so she took the blanket out of my crib, and put them and the blanket on the bed so I would have room in my crib to sleep. She didn’t want me to touch them. Mom took them and the blanket and put them in the closet so I wouldn’t go near them because she told me that if I did the cat would kill her babies. So I left them alone. After the babies got big enough we gave them away.
By Crystal Greer9 years ago in Families
In The Time Of My Parents
The other day, I heard my Mother laughing and it reminded me of my Grandmother. Immediately, I was taken back to those afternoons after school that were spent with my Grandparents, the holidays when we gathered at their home and my Grandmother made her positively delicious Mirliton dressing, laughter and my Grandfathers' favorite Christmas music wafting through the house.
By Kimberly Denesse9 years ago in Families
Mexican-American
It's hard to ignore everything going on around me. My parents migrated here for the American dream, I was born and raised here but let's start from the beginning? My mother was born in Jalisco, Mexico with very little to call her own. She lived up in the mountains in a cement home. There was two different parts to the house, the rooms and then a water trench next to the so-called kitchen, no bathroom, no running water, no electricity and not much money. When the water trench was low, my grandmother would go down the hill to the stream down below, fill up the bucket with water, and then back up the hill to put the water in the trench. My mother always told me there wasn't much to live for where she was born. As she grew up she longed for a better life.
By Yelicse9 years ago in Families
The Sandy Boys
Hi! I am The Sandy Boys' mummy! It all started a few months ago whilst The Sandy Boys, Leighton Sandy, five years old, Louis Sandy, three years old, and Chad Sandy, eighteen months old, were watching YouTube. The Sandy Boys love watching YouTube so much! But my eldest asked me if we could make a video of our own. I told him we could but didn't really have any idea of what they could do. Our first video was in the back garden of my husband's (Daddy Sandy) nan and granddad. They have a big garden and this is just a small section of it. It is where they grow all of their fruits and vegetables. In this video The Sandy Boys climb up and across a ladder, which their great grandad built, it's for their runner beans to grow up, but as their runner beans hadn't started growing yet, there was no risk of The Sandy Boys ruining the plants. You can see the panic on Daddy Sandy's face when the boys climb so high! Chad Sandy doesn't appear in this video as he was fast asleep! He does love his sleep, which he shows in some more of the Sandy Boys YouTube channel! The Sandy Boys great grandad encourage them all the time, just like he did to Daddy Sandy when he was a boy!
By Cara Sandy9 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 Greer9 years ago in Families