Bad Bad Memories.

As a child, I was surrounded by so much love.  My grandfather lived with us and spoiled me.  My mom worked watched  elderly people overnight so she was home all day with the family and my dad had a full time, steady job.  We were poor, but better off than alot of people. 


My mom was a diabetic, but when I was growing up, she could still be active and productive.  We had homemade meals and our house was spotless.  I grew up in a poorer area, so our things weren't million dollar items, but we worked hard and take pride in them.  Our house was beautiful to our family. 


The dirty house began to set in as I grew older.  My mom got sicker and my grandfather died.  My father started to drink alot more and the homemade meals were replaced by frozen or boxed meals.  My mom was always so tired and she didn't do dishes alot.  Things started to mold and garbage would pile up.  The cats would **** on the floor and it was just awful. 


I tried the best I could to help, but I was a kid and overwhelmed with school, a sick mom, and a giant older house.  Things began falling apart and we didn't have the money to fix them.


Now that I am a mom myself, I try to keep my house as neat as can be with a 3 year old and full time job.  I don't want to relive the memories of my childhood years. 

patchworkofmistakes patchworkofmistakes
26-30, F
Feb 18, 2010