family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
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
My Father, The Cowboy
It has taken me a really long time to put this trip into words, more than a year. This story is ultimately about my experience at a quaint, old-western family dude ranch in Antimony, Utah. The ranch is as lovely and fun as the name sounds, but the story behind how I ended up there in the summer of 2019 is just as important as this incredible ranch itself.
By Jill Winters5 years ago in Humans
Penpal
My mother has always been a mystery to me.Most little girls grow up playing in their mothers makeup and clothes to be like them. I never did that or dreamed that. I hardly saw my mom enough to get close. My mother was beautiful and always on the go. She never could quite grasp a hold of her it seemed like so she was always left wondering.
By Mouthpiece of a bomb girl 5 years ago in Humans
Kevin's Homecoming
Present The Greyhound bus was loud inside, and the ride was rough. There was a bratty kid on one row yelling at her father for not giving in and buying her candy at the previous stop. It did not matter how many times he told her that there was no more money, she still harangued him for the missed purchase.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Humans
Facing the Darkness
I have received a text from Carol just as I left the Highgate station, crossing the street to our flat. She just wanted to know someone would be home real soon, as she’s felt the souls of our departed loved ones flocking around her & demanding to be acknowledged. Which understandably freaked her out a tiny bit.
By Kuba Vitek5 years ago in Humans
The best thing in my life
You know that feeling when you are completely lost and don’t know where to go next, what to do? That used to happen to me a lot when I was young. I had no experience in the big, bad world. I was innocent and naïve, came from a very small town, from a family who did’t allow me to experience anything and kept me on a very short leash, to a big metropolis to university when I was 19. All I wanted was to make it in life, to finish university and fulfill my big dream of singing, but above all, I wanted love, the true kind that makes you warm inside and makes you dream of wonderful things and gives you hope. Makes you believe you can do anything and get through the worst as long as there’s 2 of you, together, as one. He wasn’t that, my boyfriend. I thought he was for a while, as he was my knight in shiny armour that saved me when I needed most and had no one, his eyes sparked when he saw me and was trembling when he touched me. He seemed capable of anything for me, for us. I loved him even though he was not my kind of man, physically. Everyone laughed: the beauty and the…undernourished they used to say. I didn’t care.. he had a good heart and was good to me. Helped me in my darkest hour and took care of me. But I don’t think he loved me either. Not really. I think he was attracted to my glow, I was the unreachable for him and when I actually gave him the time of day he was love struck. But not the kind that lasts as our romance soon faded. And I wanted out, as I was looking for something more. The ultimate love. And he wasn’t it. I wasn’t it for him either. So we parted ways for a short while. But when life has a way….
By Mirabela Luca5 years ago in Humans
What Would You Do?
I am writing this in hopes it helps anyone who is in a long-term relationship and hopefully get some insight! 5 months ago, my boyfriend of then 5 years, complained of chest pain while shopping at Menards for piping to fix our garbage disposal that I plugged up with potato skins as I was making him homemade potato salad. He came home, described his symptoms which all sounded like a panic attack. He is so neurotic about things and does suffer from anxiety and depression although he takes no meds for either. So, I gave him 2 of my anxiety meds (1 in the afternoon and 1 before bed) and he instantly started to feel better. We both carried on with the rest of our day cooking and fixing the garbage disposal. As we were getting ready for bed, he was complaining of chest pain again so that is when I gave him the 2nd one. He again started feeling better shortly after. He fell asleep and literally slept like a baby. I stayed up until 2:30am to watch over him and make sure he was good. I finally fell asleep and he was up before me. I felt him get out of bed and at 5:30Am I was wide awake. I rushed into the kitchen to check on him and he said he felt great. We then went back to bed to watch TV and cuddle before the kids woke up. We must have fell back asleep because the kids came in and woke us both up. He was still feeling fine. The hours went by and by 10:30am everything went downhill. He spiked a fever, had chest pain, could not walk, had a hard time breathing, could not get himself dressed or even take a shower on his own. I had to shower him and get him dressed as he did not want to go to the hospital dirty. He decided he was just going to call 911 because of Covid and he did not want me and the kids at the hospital if we did not need to be. He came into the bathroom to brush his teeth and stated he felt like he was going to pass out. Being that he is so neurotic, I kind of blew it off. 2 seconds later he dropped. As soon as he dropped, he started having a grand mal seizure which lasted 5-7 minutes and then he died. Took his last breath right in front of me. I was on the phone with EMS from the moment he dropped. EMS arrived about 5 minutes after he died, which felt like the longest 5 minutes of my life and started CPR on him immediately. They worked on him for an hour at our house, so he was without oxygen to his brain for over an hour. At some point during the transport, he was revived. Because he had no oxygen to his brain for over an hour, he suffered a traumatic brain injury. His frontal and both temporal lobes of his brain were affected. There were moments I thought he was going to die AGAIN. The minute his family whom he was NEVER close to were informed, they pushed me completely out of the picture. Again, his family was NEVER close to him and he was not close to them. In fact, his own mother screwed him out of nearly $200,000.00 on a house of hers that she was giving to him to fix up which he spent $80,000.00 of his own money doing and then once it was finished, the deal was once he sells it – he gives her $100,000.00 and he gets to keep the rest to cover what he put into it and to cover the labor. Right before the house was finished, she got a restraining order against him and sold the house to someone else for $100,000.00. Totally screwing my boyfriend, so he wrote her off completely. His family basically kicked me out of our house by changing the lock code when I wasn’t there, they went in and stole his safe, all the keys to the vehicles, boat, and motorcycle, took his truck, took his big money jar that was filled to the top. They wouldn’t allow me to be involved in his care or be at the meetings with his medical team so I couldn’t hear first hand what his outcome would be or ask the proper questions that no body wanted to ask cause honestly they are just a bunch of stupid people whom are not medically inclined as I am from being in the medical field for 15 years. All they cared about what his money and possessions. The few times I spoke with his dad to get an update which I literally had to force out of him and quite honestly I felt like I lost brains cells trying to figure how someone can be so damn stupid and careless and not ask the type of questions I was asking because the answers I got were I don’t know and what do you want us to do, what do you expect us to do? HOW ABOUT YOU USE YOUR HEAD AND ASK THE QUESTIONS WHICH ARE COMMON SENSE QUESTIONS!
By Danielle Borlick5 years ago in Humans
