Essay 2: Rough Draft
My Life verses My Parents’ Lives
I thought I always had a perfect life growing up because we went on family vacations together; we went on picnics as a family and had family movie nights on the weekends. But, as I am becoming older and trying to start my own stable family, I look back at my parents’ issues they had as I was growing up for example, their financial issues, which ended up resulting with our family moving at least twenty times in my childhood. Also, I saw a lot of conflict, a lot of violence, and worst of all witnessing their excessive drug use and abuse therefore I have realized I grew up more in a dysfunctional family. I have been in foster care. I have seen my father go in and out of prison. I have seen my mother get beaten due to defending me when my dad was off in one of his rages from drinking all day. Seeing and witnessing all that I have throughout my childhood, I have a strong desire for my life, my family, and my kids to not have to go through what I went through.
Growing up, my life was pretty hectic. But coming from a dysfunctional family, you are brainwashed to the point where you think it is all normal and can take years to recover from. My mother is the one who supported our family mainly after my father broke his back and neck doing shipping and receiving at Wal-Mart. It was then where it had all begun. His drinking problem got worse; he got prescribed two different highly addictive narcotics that he was on all the way up until he died November 10th, 2006 from lung cancer then went in remission and got a brain tumor. My mother also got addicted to his narcotics up until he died. She then switched from the narcotics to methadone to “come off” the opiates, but just became a new addiction. I see it as she got worse after my father passed away because she lost her job and she got worse with the drugs. I can see it in her eyes that she wants to...