When I Grew Up In An Abusive Home Analysis
I grew up in an abusive home. My parents fought constantly. Their misunderstandings usually resulted in my mother getting beaten up very badly by my father and forced to sleep outside with only her night clothing to keep her warm. I found this terrifying. I was afraid he would kill her. However, I had to be tough as I am the first born and I had to assure my distraught siblings that all would be well. My father and I didn't have a father-daughter relationship. I was too afraid of him. I couldn't tell him about the great day I had at school or what I wanted to be when I grew up. Sometimes, I thought I was unlucky to have a father him. My mother on the other hand was always there for me and my siblings. She tried her best to fill in the gap
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The nuns were really strict and I was always worried for my mom and siblings. Nevertheless, I persevered. In school, we were made to believe that education was the key to success. It was the thing that would help us achieve our dreams. My dream was to be an economist and implement policies that would improve the economy. I decided I was going to finish school and work towards developing my country.
My father never came on visiting days but I didn't mind. All that mattered to me was my education. I worked hard to maintain my good grades so that I could get a scholarship from the school in case my father decided stopped paying school fees. I refrained from taking part in activities that would get me suspended or expelled. I didn't "follow the crowd" as I understood that we came from different backgrounds and if I lost my chance to get educated, I might not have been given another chance.
I eventually began to enjoy boarding school. I started worrying less about what was going on at home. I took part in several extra curricular activities in order to gain new experiences and make new friends. I liked to hear about the different places the girls at my school came
The nuns were really strict and I was always worried for my mom and siblings. Nevertheless, I persevered. In school, we were made to believe that education was the key to success. It was the thing that would help us achieve our dreams. My dream was to be an economist and implement policies that would improve the economy. I decided I was going to finish school and work towards developing my country.
My father never came on visiting days but I didn't mind. All that mattered to me was my education. I worked hard to maintain my good grades so that I could get a scholarship from the school in case my father decided stopped paying school fees. I refrained from taking part in activities that would get me suspended or expelled. I didn't "follow the crowd" as I understood that we came from different backgrounds and if I lost my chance to get educated, I might not have been given another chance.
I eventually began to enjoy boarding school. I started worrying less about what was going on at home. I took part in several extra curricular activities in order to gain new experiences and make new friends. I liked to hear about the different places the girls at my school came