If you had one final day to tell your story, how would you tell it? Are you the victim of every downfall in your life, or is everything that goes wrong your fault? Do you see the world as something cruel or beautiful? Perhaps neither, seeing it as something a large cage we all are trapped in until our inevitable demise. Every horror story I've written isn't real, but this last one is. Here's my story in written form.
Looking to the only two people that are supposed to show you what unconditional love was, they both split. Only to prove that love doesn't exist no matter how many times you say it. Going their separate ways after enough time to have 3 kids two years apart each, they decide it best for the kids to go with the wanna-be father figure. It depressed my mother to see us go and we were never to interact for nearly 17 years.
Shit happens, the common phrase we say amongst each other. Bad things happen in life, the best we can do is face them and never look back on it. The worst thing came when my dad remarried to the woman he left my mother for.
The woman he remarried was only in it for the money, as well as being around a baby. My little sister was 2 at the time. However, after realizing she would have to actually take care of kids, things took a dark turn.
She would force us into our rooms. The only exception was the bathroom and school. Everything else, they had to give us permission for. Setting foot outside of our rooms without permission would lead into us getting yelled at, or worse, grounded.
We said nothing at school because we thought it to be normal. Our dad was never home, as he was the only person in the house that worked at all. All my step-mother did was play on her laptop from sun up to sun down. The only time she'd step away was if she was the only one home, so she could yell at one of us kids to do stuff for her. Even going as far as making up reasons to ground us to get chores done that she didn't feel like doing.
Nobody was around to teach us anything. Even tying our own shoes. They only thing we learned was getting beat and yelled at if we did anything to remind them that we existed.
They despised our existence so much they couldn't bare to even spend money on us. Washing our clothes, 3 times a year at most. A childhood, spent entirely in our bedrooms. Our existence, pointless.
After an argument when I was 17, I moved out to live with my grandmother. She living with her, I didn't deserve her. It was my first time experiencing freedom. I had never even heard the concept of doing something I wanted to do. She taught me so much and I gave her so little in return. I should have done more for her. She tried helping to get me a good job. She pushed for me to go to college. She tried her best to teach me to drive. In return I was the worst company anyone could have asked for.
All I knew up until that point was that it was normal for people to stay in their rooms. It was normal for the head of household to tell you what to do. I had no idea what freedom even was. And now as I'm writing this, I didn't even realize how much she was truly doing to try and help me. She put up with me for five years and I never did anything for her.
I knew I had to move out after a while. I wanted to live with my mom. I wanted to feel what it was like to be part of a family. The only way I could do so was going to college, so I rushed to get everything in before the semester started. Eventually I was met with a situation where I needed to move out. And the family I was trying to seek was falling apart.
Heading out, everyone was yelling at each other for pointless reasons and nobody wanted to communicate to solve anything. Nothing but being upset with high tempers. Practically everyone was at each others throats.
Some people moved out and I got a job. The Sonic in this town was by far the best I'd ever been to. Everyone wanted to do their jobs, nobody was slacking, everything was pleasant. That all fell apart when the pandemic hit. We were understaffed and getting hit by wave after endless wave of customers. Being the only restaurant in town that was open will do that to you.
The manager left and another had to take her place. The replacement had no idea what she was doing and messed everything up for everyone. She got fired after a refusal to do her job and the replacement for her cared nothing about the well-being of the store, just that orders got out fast. People got lazy and nobody cared. I, as well as a few others, tried turning it around, only to be yelled at by him.
I'd seen two Sonics now go from bad to worse. At least one of them the manager wanted to turn things around, and with little to work with but high stress.
Where I sit now is on a stack of uncertainty with my life depending on a gamble. I can stay in town and endure pain to be around someone I care about. I could move back to my home town and get my old job back, or go to a big city and live life on my own for a while. It's hard to say and it all depends on the flip of a coin, the chances shifting as every moment goes by. Where does my story end? Who can say?
The only take away I hope you get from this is that life will get rough, things will get dark. There's nothing you can do but watch the bad things unfold and do what you can to push through. This wasn't a vent to say my life is hard, feel bad for me. I've had a good life. Everyone's life is one to sympathize with. We all share difficult things we went through growing up.
Parents don't come with a rulebook of how to raise a kid, they have to figure it out on their own. We all go through life figuring things out on our own. That's what's beautiful about humanity. We are all unique in the experiences we have. We all have differing outlooks from the different lives we've lead. If anything to take away from this, just love each other. Communicate instead of hoping someone figures out what you're thinking. We are clueless, without a guide if there is no communication.
Help each other and love each other, no matter how hard it is. The domino effect can't happen if the first doesn't fall
Looking to the only two people that are supposed to show you what unconditional love was, they both split. Only to prove that love doesn't exist no matter how many times you say it. Going their separate ways after enough time to have 3 kids two years apart each, they decide it best for the kids to go with the wanna-be father figure. It depressed my mother to see us go and we were never to interact for nearly 17 years.
Shit happens, the common phrase we say amongst each other. Bad things happen in life, the best we can do is face them and never look back on it. The worst thing came when my dad remarried to the woman he left my mother for.
The woman he remarried was only in it for the money, as well as being around a baby. My little sister was 2 at the time. However, after realizing she would have to actually take care of kids, things took a dark turn.
She would force us into our rooms. The only exception was the bathroom and school. Everything else, they had to give us permission for. Setting foot outside of our rooms without permission would lead into us getting yelled at, or worse, grounded.
We said nothing at school because we thought it to be normal. Our dad was never home, as he was the only person in the house that worked at all. All my step-mother did was play on her laptop from sun up to sun down. The only time she'd step away was if she was the only one home, so she could yell at one of us kids to do stuff for her. Even going as far as making up reasons to ground us to get chores done that she didn't feel like doing.
Nobody was around to teach us anything. Even tying our own shoes. They only thing we learned was getting beat and yelled at if we did anything to remind them that we existed.
They despised our existence so much they couldn't bare to even spend money on us. Washing our clothes, 3 times a year at most. A childhood, spent entirely in our bedrooms. Our existence, pointless.
After an argument when I was 17, I moved out to live with my grandmother. She living with her, I didn't deserve her. It was my first time experiencing freedom. I had never even heard the concept of doing something I wanted to do. She taught me so much and I gave her so little in return. I should have done more for her. She tried helping to get me a good job. She pushed for me to go to college. She tried her best to teach me to drive. In return I was the worst company anyone could have asked for.
All I knew up until that point was that it was normal for people to stay in their rooms. It was normal for the head of household to tell you what to do. I had no idea what freedom even was. And now as I'm writing this, I didn't even realize how much she was truly doing to try and help me. She put up with me for five years and I never did anything for her.
I knew I had to move out after a while. I wanted to live with my mom. I wanted to feel what it was like to be part of a family. The only way I could do so was going to college, so I rushed to get everything in before the semester started. Eventually I was met with a situation where I needed to move out. And the family I was trying to seek was falling apart.
Heading out, everyone was yelling at each other for pointless reasons and nobody wanted to communicate to solve anything. Nothing but being upset with high tempers. Practically everyone was at each others throats.
Some people moved out and I got a job. The Sonic in this town was by far the best I'd ever been to. Everyone wanted to do their jobs, nobody was slacking, everything was pleasant. That all fell apart when the pandemic hit. We were understaffed and getting hit by wave after endless wave of customers. Being the only restaurant in town that was open will do that to you.
The manager left and another had to take her place. The replacement had no idea what she was doing and messed everything up for everyone. She got fired after a refusal to do her job and the replacement for her cared nothing about the well-being of the store, just that orders got out fast. People got lazy and nobody cared. I, as well as a few others, tried turning it around, only to be yelled at by him.
I'd seen two Sonics now go from bad to worse. At least one of them the manager wanted to turn things around, and with little to work with but high stress.
Where I sit now is on a stack of uncertainty with my life depending on a gamble. I can stay in town and endure pain to be around someone I care about. I could move back to my home town and get my old job back, or go to a big city and live life on my own for a while. It's hard to say and it all depends on the flip of a coin, the chances shifting as every moment goes by. Where does my story end? Who can say?
The only take away I hope you get from this is that life will get rough, things will get dark. There's nothing you can do but watch the bad things unfold and do what you can to push through. This wasn't a vent to say my life is hard, feel bad for me. I've had a good life. Everyone's life is one to sympathize with. We all share difficult things we went through growing up.
Parents don't come with a rulebook of how to raise a kid, they have to figure it out on their own. We all go through life figuring things out on our own. That's what's beautiful about humanity. We are all unique in the experiences we have. We all have differing outlooks from the different lives we've lead. If anything to take away from this, just love each other. Communicate instead of hoping someone figures out what you're thinking. We are clueless, without a guide if there is no communication.
Help each other and love each other, no matter how hard it is. The domino effect can't happen if the first doesn't fall
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