My Father's Abuse-Personal Narrative
He stood up and pointed a gun at her. We quickly pulled out of the parking lot and my mom finally made the decision that she had enough of his abuse. She filed for divorce. After a lengthy restraining order and many nights hiding from him, the court date arrived. My mom and I entered the courthouse to finalize the documents. The elevator opened and I saw his face for the last time. My prayers had been answered! He left us alone from that day forward. We were finally free. Very soon after, my mom met my step father Jerry. He literally felt that my mom hung the moon. He treated me like I was his daughter. He was loving and kind to both of my siblings. He worked hard to earn my moms trust. She finally married him after several years. Things were
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I had always dreamed of being a teacher. I loved kids and always had my godchildren at my side. Sadly, my parents convinced me that college was not the right choice for me. They just didn't understand why I would waste time on additional schooling when I already had a perfectly good job as an assistant manager in a retail store. Soon after, I was promoted to manager and excelled at this. Although I went out with my friends much too often, I still was a very hard worker. I took pride in how many hours I could actually work in one week! I took my job very serious and may have been a bit bossy at times. Unfortunately, I started to make choices that were similar to those of my moms. At 23, I met my son’s father. After only a few months of dating, I allowed myself to become pregnant. When I realized what I had done, I quickly called an abortion clinic. I truly believed this this was one of my options as I had a problem that I needed to fix. Never did I pray about God’s will for my life. Fortunately, the woman on the other end of the phone explained to me that there would be a waiting period after my initial visit. I told my boyfriend that I would surely change my mind if I went there and was forced to wait 24
I had always dreamed of being a teacher. I loved kids and always had my godchildren at my side. Sadly, my parents convinced me that college was not the right choice for me. They just didn't understand why I would waste time on additional schooling when I already had a perfectly good job as an assistant manager in a retail store. Soon after, I was promoted to manager and excelled at this. Although I went out with my friends much too often, I still was a very hard worker. I took pride in how many hours I could actually work in one week! I took my job very serious and may have been a bit bossy at times. Unfortunately, I started to make choices that were similar to those of my moms. At 23, I met my son’s father. After only a few months of dating, I allowed myself to become pregnant. When I realized what I had done, I quickly called an abortion clinic. I truly believed this this was one of my options as I had a problem that I needed to fix. Never did I pray about God’s will for my life. Fortunately, the woman on the other end of the phone explained to me that there would be a waiting period after my initial visit. I told my boyfriend that I would surely change my mind if I went there and was forced to wait 24