When I was younger all I ever thought about was the ideal family, but little did I know that wasn't going to happen. This is the most emotional experience I have ever gone through, but it has brought me to a better life and a better family that would give me everything that my mama’s house would not. I am very grateful to have a better life with my father and stepmom. This is the story of my past before I moved to my father’s. When my little brother Max was one, maybe two, my mama brought a guy over his name was Joe. I was distant from him. I was not sure about what he was going to be in the future but I knew he wasn't good. Almost once a week he would come over. I started to warm up to him, thinking he was gonna be the joy my mama always wanted but little did I know he was the opposite. About a year later he proposed to my mama and she asked if I was all right with him. I told her yes because she hasn't been that glad since before Max’s father and my mama split. One of the happiest days in my life happened, my little brother, Logan was born. He rather looked like Joe. After Logan was 1, my mama and Joe got married in Wildwood. After the wedding, it was all right but then he started drinking more. Soon after that would be all he would do was drink. A little after he started drinking we moved into a bigger apartment. On my ninth birthday, my mama told me I was going to have a little sister. I was so glad because all I wanted was a little sister. I grew up with one older sister and soon to be two older sisters but I wanted a little one so I can help her with all the girly things I would go through when I got older. Before we left to go to Chucky Cheese, my cousins came over to say glad birthday before they left to go to a monster truck show. Joe got mad because they didn't invite me or wait to go to spend time with me. After all, it was my birthday and yelled at my older cousin who was only 3 years older than me and made her cry. Then he started an argument with my mama, him, and my aunt who just got out of prison a few months before this. I went down to their apartment so say I’m sorry and that I didn't care if they went, But when I knocked on the door she didn’t want to talk to me like I yelled at her so I just went back to my room and waited till everything stopped around 8:30 maybe 9 we went to Chucky Cheese. Joe said he was sorry but he was drunk so it didn’t mean anything. I wanted to hear it from a sober person who meant it. At Least once a month 2 arguments would happen. But there is one I could not forget. My little sister Joliegh was almost one and we were about to start buying things for her that week. I came home and my mama's friend's Colleen was there while I was at school. Joe doesn't like her because he thinks she stole some of his things. Joe came home later around 7 pm and sworn she was there and started yelling and throwing things. This was the first time it happened this bad. I had to bring my little siblings away from them so they wouldn't step on any broken glass or hear them fight so I brought them into my little brother's room and turned on some cartoons to try to distract them. About 2 months later they fought again but this time it was physical I was sitting in the kitchen waiting for my mama to finish getting ready to go to the store when Joe didn't want her to go. So my mama said no and she went to grab her shoes but before she bent down to grab them he grabbed her face and pushed it. After that day I was tired of keeping these things in and started telling my father and my stepmom about it. They didn’t know what to say but they tried to help. When I told my father he told my mama that he knew, and she wasn’t very glad about it. She told me not to tell them because it wasn’t true what had happened. After all of these events happened it told me that life may be hard for people to talk about what may or will happen in life that you don’t want to happen. When these events happened I realized that some places may not be safe or right for some people. you may think people will change but most don’t. I understand that people can believe that they are the reason that their parents or guardians are abusive. Parents are the way they are because they don't see the beauty of the child they are caring for. Parents may also be abusive because they are on drugs or drinking too much.
