Personal Narrative
Personal Narrative
I was the second and final child born into the family before my parents got divorced when I was five. As the baby I wish I could say that I was treated that way, but I was not. I was the girl that reminded my father of my mother and was frequently ignored, while my brother was the pride and joy and could do no wrong. This being said it played a big part in my neuroticism personality trait as a young child. I was very quiet and withdrawn from my family and considered a loner. In my world as a young child my grandparents were my best friends and nothing else mattered because they were the only ones that made me feel loved.
As I grew into my adolescent years my world and personality changed. Although the treatment from my …show more content…
I am now at the young adult stage of my life and still fixing all the errors that I have made while growing up. I have been working and taking care of my children and trying to get my life back on track to where I want it to be. I was living in a three bedroom house and newly married. I am finding myself working two jobs and constantly cooking and doing laundry while my husband was gone all the time driving a tow truck. My front door seemed to never close and there was always somebody there needing a hot meal and somewhere to take a nap since my husband worked for a tow yard and our house was two block away from the yard. The people we were renting the house from did not understand a tow truck drivers schedule and why these drivers were coming in and out all the time. I lost my house and ended up living in the middle of nowhere in a town called Blythe where I met my manager and friend Debbie. We first moved there with the intent of the four of us living there and because of rent being so cheap we would be able to save up money and get another place that we could call home again. My husband left saying that he could not find work where we were at and stayed working in the town where we had just moved from. It started off that he came down every weekend and then it was every other weekend and then he stopped coming out because of some excuse that he could not make it because of something that had to do with work. So I found myself not only living out in the middle of nowhere but also wishing I had made some different choices in my
I was the second and final child born into the family before my parents got divorced when I was five. As the baby I wish I could say that I was treated that way, but I was not. I was the girl that reminded my father of my mother and was frequently ignored, while my brother was the pride and joy and could do no wrong. This being said it played a big part in my neuroticism personality trait as a young child. I was very quiet and withdrawn from my family and considered a loner. In my world as a young child my grandparents were my best friends and nothing else mattered because they were the only ones that made me feel loved.
As I grew into my adolescent years my world and personality changed. Although the treatment from my …show more content…
I am now at the young adult stage of my life and still fixing all the errors that I have made while growing up. I have been working and taking care of my children and trying to get my life back on track to where I want it to be. I was living in a three bedroom house and newly married. I am finding myself working two jobs and constantly cooking and doing laundry while my husband was gone all the time driving a tow truck. My front door seemed to never close and there was always somebody there needing a hot meal and somewhere to take a nap since my husband worked for a tow yard and our house was two block away from the yard. The people we were renting the house from did not understand a tow truck drivers schedule and why these drivers were coming in and out all the time. I lost my house and ended up living in the middle of nowhere in a town called Blythe where I met my manager and friend Debbie. We first moved there with the intent of the four of us living there and because of rent being so cheap we would be able to save up money and get another place that we could call home again. My husband left saying that he could not find work where we were at and stayed working in the town where we had just moved from. It started off that he came down every weekend and then it was every other weekend and then he stopped coming out because of some excuse that he could not make it because of something that had to do with work. So I found myself not only living out in the middle of nowhere but also wishing I had made some different choices in my