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|Inside the mind of a victim (standard:other, 645 words)
|Added: Apr 02 2003
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|There are thousands, probably millions of young people today who are stuggling with their parents divorce. this is just an inside look of what "some" may go through. although i did write this, it is not my "personal" experience.
I am a victim of circumstance. There are things in my life that no matter what i do, it will haunt me for the rest of my life. You can say that I'm scarred for life, without my approval, without my consent— without warning or clue; my life was changed in the matter of months. Most people who know me would tell you that I didn't come from a class "A" family, but we always got by. The things that we as a family would just be so fun...it was just the usual “family” stuff...but to me, it I loved every moment. So many memories; the times my parents took us kids to the zoo, picnics by the lake, long road trips cross country— even back yard barbecue's...it didn't matter what we did, as long as we were together, it didn't make a difference. But then I grew up...and for me my life would never be the same. It wasn't a total, complete change, but it was gradual. Where was my dad? He's away on business, he went to a meeting and won't be back for a few days...nothing unusual right? Wrong, it turned out that MY Own father was having an affair with another woman. The next few months were a nightmare; I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. I was helpless...what could I do? If I was just dealing with my father being unfaithful I think I would be ok. But no, it didn't stop there. I was looked down on. For you see, from where I come from it just isn't “normal” to have parents who were divorced. To everyone around me, they saw me as “his child” it didn't matter that I had nothing to do about it or with it. It didn't matter...I was marked—and to be totally honest, it might have been better if i never knew my father. I can't live a normal life. I can't do the things that most girls do. I am judged by whose child I am, not who I am. Before people know me, they judge me...why? Because I am “his child” it seems like the only question people ask is “who is your father?” As soon as his name is mentioned, they turn their back towards me. And what did I do? I can't control my life. I can't control my circumstances. It wasn't my fault that I was born to a father who would later have an affair. It's not my fault! Why do you look down on me because of my father? What did I do to deserve all these evil feelings. I look into the mirror and who do I se? I see a nice person. I see a Click here to read the rest of this story (29 more lines)
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