I have always been very independent. If I was not independent financially from my mother as I was growing up, I still lived my life the way I wanted to. I was careful not to go beyond my limits though.
Archive for the ‘Proving My Mom Wrong’ Category
Getting Married Early
February 7th, 2010 
shopaholic7503 I married early in life to get away from my mother. I was only 20 years old but I made sure that I married the man I love.
Going To College
January 24th, 2010 shopaholic7503 As a teenager at home, I wasn’t happy but outside of it, I guess I was. I was never in bad company. I had good friends. I was popular in highschool and my teachers loved me. They became my family although they never knew it. Time came when I had to go away for college. [...]
Enemies
January 24th, 2010 shopaholic7503 “You have enemies? Good. That means you stood up for something, sometime in your life.”
I’m adopted and my mom says I won’t do any good
January 23rd, 2010 shopaholic7503 I am an adopted child and there’s no shame in it.
What loneliness really means
January 23rd, 2010 shopaholic7503 People say that when somebody you love dies, it takes a while for it to sink in. My experience was different. When my father died, I knew at once that he was gone for good. And at that very moment, I had resolved that I will not fail him; that I needed to be strong [...]
A huge change in our lives
January 23rd, 2010 shopaholic7503 After my dad died, everything changed. There was no laughter in the house and my mom would moan and howl beside my dads clothes.
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No Comments »In my teens
January 23rd, 2010 shopaholic7503 A few years had gone by since my father’s death and we had all moved on. My teen life was normal on the outside.
Posted in Proving My Mom Wrong Tags: adoption stories, Proving her wrong, proving your mom wrong No Comments »I became an adult at 9-years old.
January 23rd, 2010 shopaholic7503 My life before I was 9 years old was heaven. Although I was adopted, my father loved me so much and was the apple of his eye.
