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An Event that changed Me
Some people, if not most, say that the events that transpire in our life, mostly in our earlier years, change us, make us who we are, and gives us character; I say something else. I say that who we are makes those events occur, and the events that occur change us. So it is rather like an ongoing cycle that continues throughout our lives. Something that could almost be described as a positive-feedback-loop. However, very few of these self-defining-events could be described as noteworthy-though the one that happened to me recently, could be.
There are some people in one’s life whom one wishes not to be there. Someone whom one wishes desperately-someone whom one begs, to any one who will listen, to leave and vanish. This is someone who is in your life, in my life, and this is someone who you wish could just go. However, you then realize, I realized, that if this person were to disappear, your life, the on that that person had been so much a part of, would change drastically. But not for the better, not for the people around you-around me- not for me. This person is responsible for this event-the event that changed the way I thought-the way I thought like the sentence prior describes. This person whom I loathe so desperately, changed me for the better…
My step mother, (and she really doesn’t deserve to have her most regrettable title capitalized), is an abhorrent one, to say the least, and after 11 years of evil glares and never-ending passive-aggressiveness I finally snapped; after she kicked my school-bag (that was in an appropriate place) out of her way so she could reach a winter accessory under a bench in the hall. I, seeing the act, rushed in to get my bag; she said I didn’t have to be so aggressive, and I said otherwise, (and many things besides). The argument itself is history, however the effect that it had on me, as well as the events afterward made a lasting impression on me. (Of course I’m making myself look like the Good guy here, but that should not undermine the legitimate household-illegality-the rudeness- of her actions)
I am a reasonably empathetic and vicarious person, so when I was arguing with my step mom, I felt bad. Now of course it wasn’t for her! But rather for my Dad, and the boiling, raging cacophony that is the wrath of my step mom.
Once I was home from my dad’s house, I talked with my Mother and my Step Dad, and I got from the discourse between the three of us that I should hold back or feel bad about things you need to do even if they effect the adults around you, because they can look after themselves.
So now the only thing I hae to say to my Step mom is: “Thank you”.
Article posted January 11, 2009 at 10:00 AM •
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