A mothers love lost
Having a mother's love is like an essential part of staying alive. Without a mother's love it’s kind of hard to survive the unbarring trials that life has to throw at you. I have been struggling without the love of my mother for about nine and a half years and not one thing has changed. I’m still upset about the fact where I use to have days filled with love and laughter to days that are now filled with unwanted tears and regret. This is an emotional essay of the things that my mother and I went through to finally come to the conclusion that our relationship vanished within midair. Losing a mother’s love is a terrible thing to lose. At one point of time, I use to know how strong and great a mother’s love can be. And ever since I lost it, it has been hard to regain that connection again. In this essay I will discuss the problems, the advantages I had once we had a good connection, and what I am going through now since I don’t have my mother in my life
To begin with, my life hasn’t always been all fun and games. In the year of 1999 my mother got married to her first husband and I was in my third year of elementary school. When I first met him, I did not like him but I got to the point where I felt as though my mother needed to be loved by somebody else other than her own family, so I decided to let him come into my life and take the father position that had been planned. That was a big mistake.
After having a new member added to the family, I was starting to like the whole idea of having somebody in my life that I could call “Daddy”. But soon things started to change. My mom was always at work and my brother and I were always around our new stepdad. One day after school, our stepdad decided that he wanted to wrestle one of us. Instead of choosing my brother, he chose me. That night he called me into his room and raped me. I kept quiet and I didn’t tell my mom because I didn’t want to get in trouble and because I thought I had done...
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