My Life In Meadowbrook

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A true story, about my never ending life in Meadowbrook and how my life changed forever.

Submitted: February 28, 2015

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Submitted: February 28, 2015

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Hello, my name is Monroe. A 10 year old girl in 5th grade. Mature. But maybe too mature perhaps. It all started when I moved to Huntington Valley, PA around the abouts of Abington. This is my story. 

 

So it all started when my mother got sick. She acted strangely, sleeping a little longer than usual. But this didn't seem peculiar to me at the time. But after maybe a month, or 2 or perhaps a year later, she started acting bizarre. She would yell at the wall, but it seemed like she was talking to a person who was actually there. And no, this is not some ghost-story this is a true story. It seemed a little scary at first, but after a while it got normal. But then, she started sleeping all day. It was like I was neglected. I know she loved me, but I had no breakfast and most of the time no dinner. This is why I was happy my school had good lunches. 

Now, let's go foward to 2014.

My mom started asking my dad to go to Redners with me to get some food. I only saw my dad every other weekend and on Tuesday and Thursday. I was glad on those days I could have a good meal, and have a dinner on the days my dad wasn't there. Let's go to, February 7th, 2014. This is when the Lego movie came out. I told my mom I'd be seeing it with my dad in about a month or 2. It was placed on the weekend I wasn't with my dad, but me and my dad thought she'd be fine with it. But no. When he came over she started yelling and saying, "At Temple you use a device on my head!" Or something like that where abouts. I was sad cause I couldn't see the Lego movie. She wanted me to see it the next Friday with her. We saw it with her, but it would've been way more fun with just my dad.  

Now, let's go to the summer of 2014.

My mom started emailing these weird emails that were supposed to be true. My mom was sick,  and she said candy helps her sugar. But she doesn't have diabetes or things like that so she didn't need them. On July 6th she sent my dad an email, "Brain flu is leaking out on my pillow" weird right? It doesn't stop there she then wrote, "please take this device off my head." That was the tip of the iceberg where I was concerned. And before you think this, no she did not smoke or drink. And if you even say the word crazy around her, she will freak and say, "I'm not crazy! If I were crazy I wouldn't be able to do-" you get the jist of it. 

Now, let's move on to October.

It was Halloween. I was it trick-or-treating with my dad, and my mom. My mom wore some fancy Guicci boots, not knowing how many cracks were in the sidewalks. My mom always talked in this voice to make people "listen" to her, but it was just plain old annoying. I can't explain how it sounded through text, but it sound like she had a made up accent. But anyways, My mom, dad, and I where walking down the sidewalk of homes, and My mom trips and I ask if she's ok. She replys "Yes, I'm fine and compliment me about my boots." In that annoying little accent she uses. I stupidly compliment her, and she says, "Yes, yes, compliment my shoes."  Now this was starting to just get plain old rude. And my mom doesn't have a great sense of humor either.

Now, let's move on to November and December.

At this point in time I was a little annoyed of her. But we all are at our moms sometimes. But she accused me of lying when I told the truth, and was mad at me for wearing "mixed-matched" clothes. She would curse at me, tell me bad things about my dad and yada yada yada. But this didn't bother me one bit. It seems strange. I would just get flipped at her. I had to agree to things with her that weren't even true. It was funny how she was a doctor of some sort. But one day, I asked her to put her arm around me and she replied saying, "Why should I? It means nothing to you." This made me really sad. She said she loved me but she didn't think I loved her. She says she does the best things for me, when she's just hurting me.

 

Hello, this is Monroe again. A very, very, delayed update. But as of now I am 12, turning 13 in about a week. Circumstances with mother have not healed, only have became a bandaid slowly un peeling. 

My mother is a very strange woman. She has several personalities. The one I dislike the most is the one who is an ungrateful witch. The disrespect she has for some is horrendous. And the fact I, whom was a youn child, had to endure this is just saddening. Let's continue with the story.

I never had gotten around to writing this, but the week of February 6th, 2015 was the cut of all ties. As I 10 year old I was very strong, almost numb to the pain that was spewed. But this week, I was done. I couldn't handle it anymore. I remember face timing my grandma, crying how much I couldn't bare it. On the weekends I visited her, before I left I hugged her and  very, very, wistfully cried. 


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