I believe that life has to get worse before it gets better. When you feel like everything is working against you and you just want to give up, don’t. Everything in life will get better for you and you will be happier.
For the past five years I have been faced with difficulties in my life. I’ve been picked on for being the youngest, smallest, not as athletic as others, and my parents being in the process of getting divorced. When I am being quiet, people always ask what’s wrong and I always tell them that nothing is wrong like any other person would. I’ve been down for the past five years because my parents were always fighting. Most people think this arguing is nothing, but to me it’s something; something important. This arguing makes you realize your life is about to change and there is nothing you can do about it. As the years past, both my parents argued more and more.
Then they both got laid off. After they got laid off, we were in the process of being evicted. This created more tension in the family and caused more arguments. Sometimes these arguments turned physical, so the police were called. My dad and I got in a physical confrontation and if I would’ve hurt him I would’ve been arrested for three to five years and he would only get three to five days. All the officer did was asked me to find a friends house to stay at for the night until the tempers settle down. So that night I stayed at my aunt’s house. I returned the next day to him verbally abusing my mom and me, as usual.
Verbal abuse is one of the worst types of abuse. The only way you can overcome it is by ignoring it and talking to a therapist who could teach you ways to handle it.
We were in the process of being evicted for about five months. This long span of time made it a guessing game on if I was going to be able to finish the school year or not. Since we didn’t know the exact date we had to be out of the house, it created enormous amount of stress to get to find a new place to live, box the house up, and to finish my junior year on a positive note.
It was the first week of summer break and my family was in a frantic rush to finish boxing up the house and moving the boxes to the designated houses. My dad’s boxes and anything else that he was taking was taken to my grandma’s house. All of the boxes that were to go with my mom went to my aunt’s house. We were out within two days like we were supposed to. The police came to the empty house and changed the locks.
Now that my parents were officially separated a week before school, I only saw my brother and sister half the week since I live with my mom and I see my dad when I wanted to. This made me realize and learn many new lessons about life. I’ve somehow managed to survive this hectic part of my life. Life getting worse before it gets better, This, I believe.