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Narration


            My father had a favorite saying that he would always tell me. "When are you going to straighten up and fly right?" It took me until I was 35 years old to choose between a life of alcohol and drugs or putting my daughter's feelings first and think about how my daughters felt.
             I had always been a heavy drinker and a light drug user. My life changed for the .
             worse when my younger brother was murdered. I went from bad to worse I did not know how to deal with my feelings I had so much hate inside of me, I didn't think about my family's feelings or even care about their feelings. That's when I started to drown myself in alcohol and drugs. My mom took my daughters into her home because I was not being a mother at the time. When they moved in with my mother I moved to Amarillo to live with my sister I had to leave town or I would go crazy. Living with my sister was not always peaches and cream because of the fact that she too was a drug user.
             She would always try to hide the fact that she too had a drug problem, which made it hard for us to communicate, because in her eyes I was the bad one not her. I took care of her children like they were my own and I missed my children very much. I was trying to change but it was not easy. .
             I finally moved out of my sister's house and moved with my boyfriend, which was a big mistake. He was a drinker but I did not know how bad he was until I moved in with him. Every time we would drink the abuse would start at first he would slap me a couple of times and than it went to me being a human punching bag. I never felt more alone in my life. I quit drinking and using drugs hoping that the situation would get better well it didn't. So, I finally had the courage to leave him. I was living on the street until a friend of mine took me in her home. I was doing much better I was doing side jobs to help make ends meet. I was communicating with my family back home and I was excited to find out that my daughters were coming for a visit during their summer vacation.


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