I Hate My Life, A Teenager’s Story – Part 1

Excerpt from “I Hate My Life (A Teenager’s story)” by Linda Mobley – Part 1

I Hate My Life book coverIt seems like pain has been my partner from the beginning. My mom only carried me for 7 month; but what a long terrible 7 month pregnancy it was for both of us..

Unfortunately, my mom endured a lot of verbal abuse and stress from my dad while she carried me. He was not a compassionate or understanding man. The pregnancy even ended stressfully – when I was being born. the umbilical cord got wrapped so tight around my neck that I almost didn’t get here alive.

As I grew up, the arguing and fighting between my parents continued. My mom would always say “please don’t argue in front of the children,” but my dad wasn’t hearing it. He always had to have the last word, and things always went his way. My mom went to a shelter several times just to get away from his abuse.

Although mom hated the shelter, she hoped that he would miss us and that this would make him change. But the fighting just went on and on. The first time I saw my dad hit my mom was on the way to church one Sunday morning. In fact, they were arguing about me. My dad did not like what I had on, so he hit my mom in the eye with his fist.

As I grew, the aguring and fighting between my parents continued. My mom would always say “please don’t argue in front of the children.” but my dad wasn’t hearing it. He always had to have the last word, and things always went his way. My mom went to a shelter several times just to get away from his abuse.

Although mom hated the shelter, she hoped that he would miss us and that this would make him change. But the fighting went on and on. The first time I saw my dad hit my mom was on the way to church one Sunday morning. In fact, they were aguring about me. My daddid not like ehat I had on, so he hit my mom in the eye with his fist.

My mom was always working. But when she got home, she would cook, clean, help us with our homework, and still make some play time with us. We would sing, she would hold us and kiss us. Boy, how I missed my mom during the day.

Written by Linda Mobley

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