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While everyday gets a little easier to smile, I still find myself fighting back tears from moment to moment through out the day. My emotions just keep spinning…
To help me feel close and connected to my dad, I have started researching my dad’s side of the family genealogy. I knew my dad’s lineage was German, but I just discovered that he was Canadian French as well. Genealogy is something I love and could get lost in.
This is my way of coping with my father’s loss. I am my daddy’s girl, more than I ever thought. I can’t change my childhood, but I sure as hell can remember my dad in a positive and loving way, much to my mother’s disgust.
Before my dad walked out of my life, the place I felt safest and most secure was in his arms. I loved sitting on my dad’s lap and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. For years, I used to look out of my bedroom window, praying my dad would come rescue my brother and I from my abusive step father and alcoholic mother. At some point I gave up on that prayer and realized that I had to protect my brother and I…which I did.
My mom and dad should have never married once let alone twice. They were like oil and water, both of them very toxic for each other. Their marriages & divorces to each other was like the movie War Of The Roses…very bitter, destructive, and vindictive! That my friends is NOT love…it was all about trying to control each other.
I know my dad regretted walking out of our lives. I also know he would have protected Scott and I if he only knew.
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Loading ...As a kid growing up in Michigan, every Friday night my family would go to our favorite restaurant for dinner. Mr. Fables were known for their “Mr. Fabulous” burgers, which were the BEST ever!!!
Sadly, they’re no longer around, but my craving for a “Mr. Fabulous” has never gone away.
I love me a “Mr. Fabulous” right about now!!
Mr. Fables was a chain of cafeteria-style family restaurants located throughout Western Michigan. Mr. Fables grew from Kewpee Beefburgers founded in 1929. Two cousins formed the chain after taking over the Kewpee Beefburger stand from, dad and uncle. The name “Fables” was the result of putting together the last names of the two cousins: Faber & Boyles. At its peak in the late 1980s, the chain had 17 restaurants mostly in Grand Rapids. They were known for the “Mr. Fabulous”, a double patty beefburger with cheese, lettuce, tomato, Mr. Fables mayonnaise, and chopped olives. They were also well known for their batter-dipped onion rings. Their advertising slogan for many years was, “People like Mr. Fables, people like you.”
Me @ the age of 18
(4 votes, average: 1.00 out of 1) Loading ...We all are a product of our past…be it privileged, troubled, or somewhere in between. I carry with me the scars of a troubled childhood that affects me to this day.
My mother and father had anything but a civil divorce (think War of the roses movie)…twice. Shortly after my mom divorced my father for the 2nd time, she married my step father who started sexually abusing me at the age of 7 until the age of 15. When I finally found the courage to turn my step father in to the authorities, my mother did not believe me. She actually said “What is that lying bitch trying to do to this family”. When my step father pleaded guilty to the charges she had no choice but to believe me. My step father only served 6 months of a 8 month sentence which back then was normal I was told.
While my step father was away, my mother, brother, and I received counseling. I was in one on one counseling, family counseling, and group counseling to help me learn how to heal and deal with everything.
Shortly after my step father was taken away, I was raped by one of my neighbor’s family member. One day after the rape the guy abruptly moved away. I never reported this nor did I talk about it with anyone until after I was married.
Even back before my step father entered my life, I was being abused by my babysitters son and then when he married, my mother had his wife babysit my brother and I. This man continued to abuse me while I was in the care of his wife. I never said anything to my mom about this or the other inappropriate things that were done to me, even by my step grandfather.
As you can see, I have reasons to have serious trust issues. My own mother chose a man over her own daughter, and various men have violated me. I have worked very hard at being able to have a positive life. I choose not to let my past make me who I am today. I was able to forgive my step father and I know that NOT every man is like those that took my trust and innocence away from me.
After years of trying to understand why, I realize I will never understand why. Obviously there is something about me that even as a young child, men were drawn to me, even in an unhealthy manner.
Those scars from my past are with me everyday, and believe me, I work hard everyday trying not to be afraid to trust.
(1 votes, average: 1.00 out of 1) Loading ...My step father hunted (bow, muzzle loader & a 22), trapped, and fished. I grew up with a deep appreciation for nature and hard work. My childhood was riddled with traumatizing experiences, but I also had a lot of great ones as well. For instance, I owned a horse by the name of Tom Swifty. He was part Quarter and Arabian, with a chestnut color. I participated in 4H where I showed my horse in the local fair. I enjoyed the Western style of riding and took to it very naturally. I was learning English riding when my left knee locked up and I had to have surgery. The English style of riding is so elegant, everything about it fascinates me. My favorite part was jumping and posting…there is nothing like it.
I grew up poor in material things but rich in life experiences. I have learned to appreciate the good in life and not dwell on the past. If I want something, I know I have to work hard to achieve it.
(6 votes, average: 1.00 out of 1) Loading ...These are a compilation of poems that Alec wrote in 8th grade English.
This book of poems is dedicated to my mother. She is the one who pushed me to think creatively and to take more challenges. She also told me to never stop trying. ~ Love Alec
A Lost Day At School
School is like a waiting room
You watch the clock as if it will jump out at you
Then the very next day as if you went through a time machine
It’s exactly the same
You awake at night watching the clock as if the alarm will go off at any minute
School is like a waiting room
You wait and wait till finally you are called in.
Friends
Friends are the people who you most care about
They are the kind of friends that would stay home with you
If you were sick
They are the kind of people who like the same things as you
They are the people who watch your back
And would take a bullet for you
These are the kind of friends that you will keep for
Your entire life.
Gigantic Blue Open Field
She is the oldest living thing alive
We use her resources for our won gain
She is one with nature
And once she releases her wrath
There is much destruction
She is not mother nature her self
But she does contain her as well.
Growing Up
The start of life is at birth
Where lies in your hands a small child
You hold the future of the next generation
In the palm of your own hands
The very next moment you’re at your babies graduation
Remembering every single moment
The good and the bad
While laughing through the tears
Then what seems almost only a day
Your small child had just reached
The top of their career
Then finally when you are gone
Your baby that you had once held in your hands
Just died
This is where life ends.
Lizzie
I once saw a girl who made me want to hurl
She walks like a cow and her breath was very fowl
She had acne on her back and if she bends over an earthquake rumbles
She looks like a monk and smells like a skunk
Her name is Lizzie and her hair is quite frizzy
She once choked on a fry because her throat was very dry
She is very bony and she is also very lonely
She wears an eye patch and her wardrobe does not match
Her teeth are very yellow and she likes this one fellow
Once I realized, I became paralyzed
For this one fellow is very shallow and it is I, Ty.
Lost Memory
I am the marker and I have seen many people pass me by
I am the color of used charcoal
I am also marked with a label
But I am not the death sentence
I also hold a precious memory.
My Best Friend
He is with me almost every second of the day
His breath is warm on the skin of my arm
He wines for attention and begs for more food
His smooth, glossy black fur that covers his entire body
When he zooms by is like the night sky
He is my best friend
He is part of my family.
The Girl In My Class
Every day I pass her by
My mouth gets dry and I can barely talk
My heart beats faster and I feel like it will tear through my chest
I start to lock up
Then I hear her voice
I try to relax until I look into her eyes
Then I realize that it seems
Time starts to slowly creep to a screeching halt
As if someone had pressed the pause button
On the story of my life
Then time slowly refreshes it’s energy
It was as if she and I were the only objects
That contained matter and everyone just simply
Dissembled into thin air.
The Sense Of Christmas
Green pine needles falling off the tree
Tinsel sparkling in the morning sun light
A glaring fire that crackles in the background
Dogs barking at the powdery snow that falls
From the glistening sky
The slowly moving scent of cinnamon flowing through the air.
The True Meaning Of Memories
Memories are implanted images
That can overflowed with emotion
They are what helps create our inner human gene
They can have lasting sentimental value
More precious than any amount of money
Memories are crammed with colorful details
And are the cheerful places that our mind is free to unwind
But without memories
Life would have no emotion, no resting areas for our minds
And with that
Memories are what make us humans
Human.
Unforgotten Town
The pickle colored grass swayed with the wind
Houses glisten in the light of the day
Trees try to measure up to the roof tops of the houses
Lizards creep through the sparkling cement driveways
And the smell of the fresh water and newly mowed grass
This is how a fading dream would look like.
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