Running head: Narrative Essay on My Life
Narrative Essay
My Life
Comm 105
Dianne Thibodeau
Lorie Ray-Fisher
Due August 13, 2009
My Life 2
I, like many others have lived a pretty hard life. Well for starters, mother use to hit me
and my younger sister, almost on a daily basis. No matter what we did, or didn’t do for that
matter, she found ways and reasons for hitting us. But what made all this worse was that my
father knew about it all and still did nothing to protect us. As years went by, we grew older and
the hitting or the beatings got more severe. Until one day I stood up to my mother. I told her that
if she ever hit me or my sister again she would regret the day she laid her hands on us. She
stopped of course but our relationship has never been the same since. Going through school was
even harder on me as well. My mother made it a point for me to not enjoy myself and have a
good time. I rarely went to school functions, only because I didn’t want to deal with all the
arguing and fighting with my mother. When I graduated, I thought that would mean freedom.
Boy was I wrong. I had to find a job. I tried to go to school. But at the age of 18, you think you
know everything. So I ended up just working at minimum wage jobs. Where I met the father of
my first two children.
Bryan is my first ex. We were together for 9 years. I like most women young in
love thought for sure that our relationship would last forever. He did ask me to marry him and I
did of course say yes. But as the years went by I could no longer picture him as being the one I
would sit next to on the swing in the front porch when I’m 65 years old watching our
grandchildren play. But we did have two beautiful children together. And I thank him for giving
methe best gift ever. Now even though we had our fights and our major differences, we are
friends to this day. We both realized that we make better friends than we did a...