Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Bottling Up A Memory

If I could bottle away any memory it would be,when i was 5 my brother had his friend over (they were both 24 years old) and me and his friend would throw stuff animals back and forth and catch them, he said to stop but i hadn't heard him so I threw it at him and it hit him in the glasses and he got mad and smacked me hard across the face. I had never been hit before in the face by anyone before so i was shocked, scared, and shaking. My brother told him to get out and never come back and my mom cussed him out. When my mom was done with that she found me in a corner crying, shaking, and startled. She said it's alright he' gone now and everything is okay.So that would be the memory i'd bottle up.To this day I am still some what in shock and I am get very emotional when someone talks about him or mentions his name.So what memory would you bottle up if you could bottle up any memory?

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Troubles

Hey, so lately me and my moms boyfriend haven't been getting along and i'm sure some people can relate.
Well my mom have been with him for 6 years,and I've hated ever minute being with him. I try to get along with him but he's just so loud, mean, and scary. I only have one fear and that's him, i'm terrified of him.
He's just so loud and he used to when I least expect it he'll jump behind me and yell really loud in my ear and he just laughs, i'd cry because it scared me so much, I truly hate him and i know hate is a strong word but it doesn't even start to express my feelings of hate for him.We had a fight last night and it was over something stupid but it was as I was going to bed so when i finally fell asleep (crying myself to sleep of coarse) I had a nightmare and it was about my moms boyfriend strangling me which has never happened but i woke up shaking and crying. I have never been abused by anyone ever so I don't know why i had that bizarre dream.Well I just wanted to share that and let people know there not the only ones that know this feeling.

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