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Tangled Lives

Hear, hear: I am the very first child
Of my young and beautiful mother
Who has a son called, too, the first child
By my old but hardworking father. 55 more words


When my loved ones fight

Nostrils flared

Eyes staring wide

Veins surfaced

Pointing fingers

Raised fists

A war between two erupted

Spewing hurtful words that assaults each other

Not wanting to lose… 23 more words


Another Crazy Family

We enjoyed a pleasant evening yesterday with friends at Steppenwolf Theater in Chicago. The play was one of the best ones we have seen. The Herd… 215 more words


I hate my father because I love him.

I hate that I need him. I hate that I want to feel his presence. I hate that I’m longing for him. I hate that I need his time, his love, his appreciation, his guidance. 92 more words



I’m longing for a family that isn’t broken.


A shift occured...

Since the argument with my dad, something happened inside me.

You will need to know the rest of the story to understand what I mean. 265 more words


Thoughts about growing up in a separated family

  1. Nothing is wrong with me.

Yes, that is right. My parents mistakes were not meant to make me feel that something is wrong with me. They broke up for a reason and it was never an easy decision. 384 more words