By Jen Sanchez
Living with my mom has been a rough time, trying to bond and communicate with her is tough.
When I was 13, I moved back with my dad to Washington after living with my mom for 2 years in California (11). I don't like being with my mom, I have felt weird ever since I started growing up.
I trust my dad more than my mom, why? Because ever since I was little I was always with my dad no matter what, I grew up with him and that made me very close to him.
People always ask, “Why don't you like living with your mom?”
The reason why I don't like living with her is she makes me feel a certain way, what I mean by this is she tries to hard to get my trust and attention.
There was one time when we actually bonded, we would go out because it was only the two of us. We were struggling with a place to stay and sleep for a while so I felt bad and I tried to help her and that's when we actually bonded somehow.
I was hospitalized for 2 days and the one who was there during that time was my dad and stepmom. This happened back in Washington, I wasn't feeling good and we had a party to go to, so I told my dad to leave and I was going to stay home.
I started to feel worse and I couldn't get up at all. I wasn’t eating or drinking anything, that's when called my dad to come back because I had to go to the hospital. My stepmom and him came back and took me, once they had me in the room I was crying because I don't like needles and he was laughing but holding my hand that way I wasn't scared. He made sure I was okay.
When I tell my mom I feel sick all she tells me is drink pills or drink tea and she thinks saying that will make me feel better. In my perspective, I see it like “ok so you don't care that I’m sick or ill be fine”.
As I've grown older I have gotten to a point where me and my dad can have long conversations where he understands me and I trust him with my things. We laugh, go out, eat together, he lets me go anywhere as long as I keep up with my grades and respects my rules.
This year he left back to Mexico and here I am again with my mom. We argue and discuss a lot always having downs and very little ups but I hope it changes this coming year because at 18 I'm going back to Washington to begin a new life.
Living with my mom has been a rough time, trying to bond and communicate with her is tough.
When I was 13, I moved back with my dad to Washington after living with my mom for 2 years in California (11). I don't like being with my mom, I have felt weird ever since I started growing up.
I trust my dad more than my mom, why? Because ever since I was little I was always with my dad no matter what, I grew up with him and that made me very close to him.
People always ask, “Why don't you like living with your mom?”
The reason why I don't like living with her is she makes me feel a certain way, what I mean by this is she tries to hard to get my trust and attention.
There was one time when we actually bonded, we would go out because it was only the two of us. We were struggling with a place to stay and sleep for a while so I felt bad and I tried to help her and that's when we actually bonded somehow.
I was hospitalized for 2 days and the one who was there during that time was my dad and stepmom. This happened back in Washington, I wasn't feeling good and we had a party to go to, so I told my dad to leave and I was going to stay home.
I started to feel worse and I couldn't get up at all. I wasn’t eating or drinking anything, that's when called my dad to come back because I had to go to the hospital. My stepmom and him came back and took me, once they had me in the room I was crying because I don't like needles and he was laughing but holding my hand that way I wasn't scared. He made sure I was okay.
When I tell my mom I feel sick all she tells me is drink pills or drink tea and she thinks saying that will make me feel better. In my perspective, I see it like “ok so you don't care that I’m sick or ill be fine”.
As I've grown older I have gotten to a point where me and my dad can have long conversations where he understands me and I trust him with my things. We laugh, go out, eat together, he lets me go anywhere as long as I keep up with my grades and respects my rules.
This year he left back to Mexico and here I am again with my mom. We argue and discuss a lot always having downs and very little ups but I hope it changes this coming year because at 18 I'm going back to Washington to begin a new life.