Since I was young, there have always been a struggle between my parents and I.
This situation began when my father passed away when I was three years old. I
have lived with my mother and Step-father ever since. Although I love them both,
we do not always seem to see eye to eye on many issues. The cause of this is in
part due to my wild nature. I like to stay out late and do things that if caught
could get me in lots of trouble. I am under the impression that they resent my
relationship with my grandmother. I like to stay often with my grandmother
rather than at home, which they do not understand. I have stayed with my
grandmother every weekend since my father became sick with cancer, in 1982.
After my father passed away in 1983, I continued to visit her. My mother and
stepfather both respect my father’s mother a great deal, and would do anything
for her. But they fail to see why I want to spend so much time with her. My
grandmother is a large influence in my life. She has, and still does, so much
for me. Nanny has always had a big heart for her family, but no one is as close
to her as myself. Since I was two years old, my grandmother and I have gone out
and done many things together. We have had many great memories together which I
will remember for the rest of my life. We have gone out to eat, watched many
baseball games togather, bone bowling, amd many other things. If my parents
could only realize how strongly I feel about her and the time I spend with my
her. I wish they could be a little more considerate of my feelings and not put
me in the position that they often do. The relationship between my grandmother
and I has been tested many times. As I was getting older, my parents would try
to find things that would keep me from visiting her during the. They would find
things such as mowing the lawn, washing cars, and doing house chores. These
thing they know I hate to do, but they seemed to want them done anyway. Though
they do not mind when I spend some time with my grandmother, they feel that I
should spend more time with them. My senior year in high school was the time
that they really were getting to me. Nanny broke her arm one day when she fell
down in the kitchen. Since then I have moved in with her. They felt that this
was a bad decision. I do love my parents dearly, but I felt that it was the best
thing at the time. As of this day I do not regret the decisions that I have made
in regards to spending time with my grandmother. I love and respect my parents,
still but wish that they would not put me in the positions that they do. Since I
began attending college, my parents have been a little more reasonable about the
entire situation. This does not mean that they do not still give me a hard time.
I just hope that by the time I finish with college they will understand how I
feel, and not worry me about as much as they do.
