Prove Her Wrong » Proving My Mom Wrong

I’m adopted and my mom says I won’t do any good

shopaholic7503 — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 13:13:28 +0000

I am an adopted child and there’s no shame in it. I grew up with people telling me all the time what a bad person I was simply because I wouldn’t follow their rules which I didn’t believe in . Mine is a long sad story but something that all you guys will learn from; which is believe in yourself and don’t let what other people say get into your head and your heart. People who were supposed to encourage me during my childhood did not and as a result, I learned to encourage myself and be a strong person. I am not bitter today but thankful that because of those experiences I am a good person and the opposite of what my mom expected me to be. Follow my story and you will learn a lot. Also feel free to comment on my stories. I would welcome any feedbacks.

What loneliness really means

shopaholic7503 — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 13:12:54 +0000

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 or he would be sad. In my child’s mind, I knew he was somewhere looking over me but could never defend or take care of me anymore. And this was the saddest part of my life. Remembering it now, I am filled with sadness. A sadness that does not go away with time. You just learn to live with it. They say too that the sun shines brightest after a storm but my storm went on for years and I stood there like a sturdy tree and waited till the sun shone.

A huge change in our lives

shopaholic7503 — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 13:12:23 +0000

After my dad died, everything changed. There was no laughter in the house and my mom would moan and howl beside my dads clothes. There was no security in our lives from then on. We were all so used to having a good life and we didn’t anticipate that because of my father’s death, our finances would be in great jeopardy. My mother, although with a college degree had never worked a single day since she got married. I knew we were going to get social services support but that was it. I wanted to help but being a child, I couldn’t do anything. Eventually she got over it but she had a hard time getting a job.

I knew at that time that there was no one to defend me anymore. I was vulnerable to my mother’s anger and when she shouted at me and became violent, I would shout back in return and reason out. We were always arguing and fighting so I turned my attention to my studies and looked for affection from my friends at school till I was in my teens. I learned to take care of myself. I had to be tough. I got very good grades in school and became very active in extra-curricular activities. I won contests, quiz bees and competitions in other schools. I became very popular. The attention I lacked at home was given to me by other people who admired me and I worked harder to be the best because that was the only way other people would love me. I realized later on, that it was superficial. It was the kind of love and admiration that faded over time. Little did I realize back then that my mother was just as confused as I was and also trying to be tough in her own way.

I became an adult at 9-years old.

shopaholic7503 — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 13:10:58 +0000

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. Whenever he went out, I was with him. We were together all of the time. For some reason back them, I already knew my mom resented me. She kept saying my dad gave me more attention than he did my 2 other sisters and a brother who were their biological children. They always got into fights because of me and in a way, they grew apart because my father always defended me. Whenever I did something wrong, my mom would shout to my face that I was adopted; something that my other siblings picked up and would also shout at me when we got into fights. I didn’t believe them though. I thought they were just jealous of me. Or maybe, I just didn’t want to believe it at that time. It didn’t matter to me then, because I had my dad. He was the world to me and I adored him.

One day, as I was walking home from school, I noticed that there were a lot of people in our driveway. It looked like there was a commotion going on. When I went inside, I found my mom crying beside my dad who was sitting on our living room sofa. His eyes were closed and his feet were propped up. I slowly came near them and a relative placed a crucifix on his chest. His eyes were closed and a tear was on one of his eyes. I realized there was something really wrong and I tried to wake him up and an uncle gently took me away outside and told me that my father had an aneurysm.

I felt so lonely beyond words and feelings. I felt that even if I cried a bucket of tears, it wasn’t enough. It was as if a part of me had died. The only person I leaned on to had passed on. I knew it was going to be a different life without him, and so it became. I am no longer a baby, his baby. That very day, I turned into an adult because I knew the one person who loved me was gone.

Hi Everybody – Welcome to Prove Her Wrong

Mike — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 23:03:40 +0000

A few months ago My girlfriend (soon to be wife) told me that she doesn’t believe that i can make money online. So i decided to prove her wrong by making this website and sharing my life with you. I more or less made a bet with myself that I will be able to prove her wrong and show her, my mom and sisters that I can do this!

If you too feel that people are not believing in you. That they are discouraging i invite you to join my site and share your story too! Anyone can join and post his story on my site. Just please don’t post anything vulgar or illegal that will take away from the integrity of the site!

if you dont want to write thats okay too! you are more than welcome to read our stories and share it with your friends or comment on our posts etc’.

hope you have a good time on my site!

Mike