The Life In A Teenage Girl's Eyes

Chapter 7: Challenges To Face...

Remember when I said in chapter 6 that I had some struggles with my family? Well, some of them are personal, but I will only talk about some of them. The biggest problem in my household is my dad. You see, my dad causes a lot of drama in my family. There were times when I sat in the house ALL DAY or even WEEKS without getting some air outside. Without going out and seeing my friends. Nothing. Nothing at all. All I did throughout those times were not only staying in the house, but also listening to my parents rant on and on. Back and fourth came the arguments. They disagree on the most stupidest things you could ever imagine. My mother, she has high blood pressure. She always talks to her doctors asking how her blood pressure is, and surprisingly enough, they said that it's at a normal rate. It's shocking because she is always screaming her head off every chance she can get. I get scared because you know how people with high blood pressure are at a high risk of getting a heart attack. I cry in my room each day and night hoping that everything will be okay. Hoping that there will be some miracle. If I had to wish upon a star on a beautiful night, my dream would be for my parents to get a divorce, so that my mom and I can start our live over again. Without pain. Without aggravation. Sometimes, I wish I could have ran away from home and never come back. I know deep inside, that it wouldn't solve anything. All that would solve is for my mother to get sick and worry about me. Where I am. My dad, he comes off acting like he cares about me and my brother. He doesn't care about me or anyone else for that matter. All he cares about is himself. Me, Me, Me, I, I, I. Selfish. Very selfish. He doesn't even care if his family has food on the table or not. His parents, oh my god, don't get me started on them. Their the devils from hell. I think I mentioned this before, but I didn't get along with my cousins at all. Actually, they don't deserve that title. Nor does my dad. (Sighs). Getting back, yeah they treated me like a piece of garbage laying in the street. All they did was insult me over and over again. I was the only cousin that didn't really come from wealth. So that made me in their terminology "trash". His mother said to my dad "I am never going to give you money again, for you to help out your family". She said that in those exact words. She doesn't care about me (her OWN granddaughter). Isn't that pathetic?? Even my aunts and uncles. My moms side (the good people), her brother (my uncle Jeff), he is a great guy. Sometimes I worry about him too because he has health problems that are hard to recover. It's always the good people that get it the worst. Isn't it ironic?!?! My moms parents passed away WAY before I was born. My brother (Scott), he only saw his grandmother when he was only 2-3 years old. He barely remembers her now that he's almost 29 years old! Throughout the years, I always got kicked in the teeth for absolutely no purpose. No reason. I always wonder how I came out so beautifully coming from all this depression and drama day by day. Like they say, keep your head held up high. Always be positive. Not negative.