To this day I am not close with my parents and that’s my fault, it all started when I was a kid in grade 7. I wasn’t doing my work, I just didn't care about school all I wanted to do was have a fun, I didn't think it mattered. One day my mom received a phone call from one of the school councilors saying that I was doing bad in school and not handing in my homework and when I did it, it was all wrong, so they wanted to give me a test to see if I have ADD. I thought it was stupid so I didn't want to do it, but I had to anyway. So I did test just went right through it, didn't care, put whatever for most of the answers (which was a very bad idea). The results came out the next day and to sum it up the results said I was stupid. My mom kind of looked at me in a different way after that. I still didn't care and my mom did, she just wanted me to work hard and get it done so then I won't have to do it later. I didn't listen, I was a kid and when it comes from your parents when your a kid you choose not to listen when you should. I started to rebel because my mom took sides. I felt like she wasn’t supporting me, I felt so lost and lonely. My dad never really got involved and when he did he just took my moms side or he would get in trouble. I started to hate my parents, I didn't even want to be around, and sometimes I wanted to die. My mom started to think the worst of me. She thought I was doing drugs causing harm to people and allot of other things that I wasn’t doing. That made me even more upset, that’s when my mom kind of started to really be hard on me. She made me feel bad allot. I use to cry everyday, I just wanted my mom to be proud of me, I couldn’t do it. It was soooo hard. It seemed like everything I did was wrong and I got blamed for everything that happened at home. When I went to high school I started doing drugs and I was always wanting to get high for class or even just for fun. I was very distant from my family. I never talked to my parents so instantly they thought I was on drugs and well they were right. But there was another reason I did not talk to my parents and that’s because I didn’t feel wanted at home. Once again when I look back on everything, I could have made better choices, I could have been a better person. I’ve learned when it comes to parents there are going to be hard on you and there going to be everything else but the reason they do these things is because they love you and want you to be somebody. They want you to be something one step higher than they are.
Dominic
