Showing sad stories for tag "Family"

My life story

KatelynnHarris

01 May, 2013 03:13 AM

This all starts when I was four, My parents had had 3 kids of their own, My dad's daughter (half sister)so that makes four. Well first we adopted, what I now call my sister Shania. Either way, we would be related, because see she was my cousin. Her mom went to jail 3 weeks after she was born, so her mom had to give her other two children to a lady named Maxine. Maxine couldn't take the youngest child, "Shania" So my mom and dad said they would take her, I felt so bad for her, like I do now, because she feels unwanted sometimes. But that's not the only sad thing. A year later, In June 2004, my whole life gets turned upside down. My grandpa visited our house, and so my dad decided to walk him home, all of us kids fell asleep before he could get home.... [Read More]

Tags: Family, Memories, Father, Death, Life, Sad, Missing
Votes: 4
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Explanations

Joanna

04 May, 2015 06:16 AM

I grew up in my loving care of my grandma, uncle, and dad. But, both my grandma and uncle disappeared one day. I woke up searched the house and all that is left is me. I never received an explanation from dad it just happened. Then, summer came and the people who disappeared reappeared took me to their place to spend my summer days and so, the summer days end and I unwillingly come back to my new life. I don't really remember when but woman lots and lots of woman suddenly appeared at my home. And I really never understood. But theres this one woman who get to stay beside my dad during night time and I really still didn't understood until one of the woman whom I like more than the woman that stays with my dad explains what role she plays. I've hearted of an existence I've... [Read More]

Tags: Family, Childhood, Broken Family, Stepmother, Hurt, Expectations, Sadness, Loneliness, Broken, Emotional
Votes: -1
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Cutting

Euphoria Godsent

03 Jun, 2013 11:59 PM

There she sat, on the lid of the toilet bowl, with razor in hand. Her hair was tangled, undershirt torn, floral panties, and dirty socks on. She could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were rosy, cheeks striped with tracks from her mascara, her lips soaked with her tears. She felt like garbage. She let out a loud howl, and broke the mirror with her fists. Warm blood ran down her wrist like a river bend. She took the razor and dug into the inside of her thigh. The feeling was almost orgasmic. She cut again, forming an X mark and then an O. Yes, XO, for love. Someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing her to shudder. The door knob turned, and she shot up, blocking the door with her body. "Get away," she growled. "What are you doing in there? I gotta take a dump!" the... [Read More]

Tags: Cutting, Pervert, Depression, Sadness, Family, Lost, Unloved
Votes: 5
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Abused Memories

Lilith

17 Oct, 2012 03:25 PM

When I was 3 years old my mom and dad divorced over letters. He was in Iraq in the army, so I barely knew him. A year later my mom gets a new boyfriend, yay for her bad for me. He hated me so much I still don't know why, but anyway he abused me. I'm not talking about once a week slap across the face. I'm talking throwing hammers at you while you hide, kicking you over and over, and nailing your fingers to a wall. My mom never knew this, my dad came back when I was 5 and I had weekly visits on the weekends. When I would get into trouble at his house he would yell a little and tell me not to do it again, I flinched the second he yelled...I was skittish like a stray cat. He went to court and my mother was... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Sadness, Pain, Family, Betrayal, Divorce, Separation, Sad
Votes: 3
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Forever

kat

26 Nov, 2013 09:27 PM

The Last Words Angel Fawn *I adapted this to fit more with my story, respects all paid to Angel Fawn!!!* It's been a while since I remembered him. My brother Chris was 16, he had lung cancer. He was growing weaker and weaker, he coughed and coughed and breathing was becoming hard for him. Very hard... He couldn’t stop coughing, (*cough, cough, cough*) the sweet sound of his voice swept out of his pain filled body, letting me hope. Hope that he’d live. The doctor’s had told us that he had months to live. I remember back when we were just kids. Mom took us out to the dandelion field behind our park and some kids were playing tag through the meadow. The light blowing through the air flew directly into our hearts. “Hey ugly,” one kid yelled. I looked up. “Yeah you ugly! You and your cripple brother!” Another... [Read More]

Tags: Adaptation, Death, Cancer, Brother, Family, Christmas, Love
Votes: 26
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my mother

kim

12 Jun, 2010 01:05 AM

i was seven when i watched my mother drown in her own blood and mucus. four years before i was born, she had been diagnosed with lung cancer. she battled this horrible war for more than ten years before crashing and burning, eventually dying. cancer puts on an excellent poker face; just when you think you're better, you then are lying in some pathetic hole in the ground for eternity. just a month before she had died, she had actually been laughing and talking and she had even been out in the garden a little. sure, the chemo had made her loose all her hair and she looked like a zombie because she was so pale, but my dad was still so madly in love with her. in fact, i'd hear him cry every night before she left, and sometimes look into their room and see him kneeling besides their... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Cancer, Seven, Half, Alone, Family
Votes: 20
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Start of all Problems

Jerry m

15 Jan, 2013 06:24 PM

It started towards the end of my 5th grade year. My dad worked for the mortuary and was never home. He could be called to work at any moment and I didn't see him much but I was so close to him. He was the best father. He took me places. He has taken me to Wyoming, Utah, Nebraska,and Kansas. He took us to dinner and we would sit and play Xbox all day together. I miss him so much. One night I saw my dad packing up some stuff. I went to his room and asked, " where are you going dad?" He looked at me and replied," I am going to the hospital," at the time me and him weren't exactly getting along. We had been fighting for days because I was bullied in school and hit the kid bullying me. He deserved it but he didn't think... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Loved One, Drugs, Father, Family, Sad, Missing, Memories
Votes: 3
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The End

Alicia

22 Jul, 2011 12:21 AM

It was a random Sunday afternoon, as usual I had just waken up just like I do every weekend (mainly because on the weekends I have no school). My mom and I were sitting downstairs on the two separate couches we had down there, my mom on the sofa and me on the loveseat, watching TV. A commercial had came on when my mother got a call from the person from court saying that my father hadn't shown up for his court hearing thingy. She must have thought this call was a conversation a 13 year-old shouldn't be hearing, so , as usual, she slipped through the sliding, glass, back door peering through the glass at me as she continued to chat away on the phone. I could faintly hear the conversation when the parts of the show were real quiet, though they were only tidbits I heard. She came... [Read More]

Tags: Loss, Heartbreak, Deppression, Death, Family, Mother
Votes: 0
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fragmant.

Monica yang

11 Nov, 2014 06:35 AM

“We, never existed.” The words kept replaying over and over, until I was on the brink of disgust. My throat was about to explode with the vile mixture of anger and frustration coming up, but yet, I kept it in. it hurts. “why?! Why must you do this to me? What have I done wrong?!” I shouted, as we were in front of my house. He says it so calmly; it irritates me under my skin that his face was all full on with breaking up, basically showing no sympathy. “FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!” I opened the door, and slammed it on his face, I don’t care if he was hit, or he comes up to my room saying he’s sorry, I want him to disappear, disappear from my world. “I have reasons, Marie. And I already don’t love you from the first day we started dating. I don’t... [Read More]

Tags: Heartbroken, Family, Scenarios, Breakup, Memories, Boyfriend, Love
Votes: -19
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My life

Kayleigh..

29 Sep, 2011 09:34 AM

Well, I'm only 13 years old now but have gone through and experienced many problems in life. From the age of two i was violently beaten, saw my mum get beat up nearly everyday by her boyfriend..I was locked in a cupboard and starved for a week, after that i was rushed to hospital very ill. I never really settled down when i was younger, I've lived in so many different places, including living on the streets for months on end..I used to go to sleep in the morning, wake up and my mum had gone.. she'd come back a day or two later leaving me and my little sister home alone at the age of 5. Things became worse, she took up drugs. It used to kill me watching her take drugs, knowing she was damaging her body.. She was constantly taking it then in bed ill.. Things cheered... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved, Hurt, Sad, Life, Family
Votes: 7
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