Thing will get Better I just Know It
I have one belief that I have been telling my self for as long as I can remember, every thing will get better it always does. Whether it be, watching men walk out of my mother’s life or not being able to pay the bills on time, it always seemed to get better.
I remember this really great guy my mom was dating; he was supper funny and great looking, we were all living in Oregon and were really happy, then one day he left and never came back. I swear my mother cried for days wondering how we were going to survive in such an expensive world. I don’t remember when my mom made that phone call but we soon started packing and ordering a moving truck. It was my 8th grade year and we left the day I was to graduate. For a little while I was angry with my mom but for some reason I knew it would get better.
It did get better we moved to Arizona and my mom’s whole family lives here. It was summer vacation and every thing was great. But in my life nothing stays great for long. My sister and I were there to be fixed, like there was some thing wrong with us. We were the ones traumatized by what had happened, but we needed to be fixed. Well, things got some what better; I was starting to go to counseling to talk about what I was feeling and that gave me a chance to open up as a human being. A couple years living here go by and my family came back to square one, my sister ran away from home and CPS “Child Protective Services” took her away from my mother. I went through a grueling 6 months with out her and always wondering if she was okay. Soon we got her back and things got so much better. I had a job and was buying nice new things for my family and me.
Then things got bad again. This time we couldn’t get the bills caught up; every thing was going down the tubes, no new things, no eating out. We were on food stamps in order to eat. Then came income tax season, my mother used some of the money to pay of the bills and things for sure got better. This year life is not so cool, we are having some trouble with bills again, and to top it all off my little sister is going to have a baby. My mother wants to look for a new job, and she has no one except family in her life; though that is a good thing, she needs a man; I see how lonely she is in the love department. I fear that it is going to stay this way for a little while. Things will get better; we will get caught up with the bills, have the house ready for the baby, have new things, and go out to eat once in a while; they always do.
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