When his eldest son died of Measles I think from memory. The boss gave him half a day off to go to the Halloween is my Christmas shirt it is in the first place but funeral on a Saturday which was a workday then. Meanwhile, the boss’s son was kicked out of school for bullying smaller students. The boss used the fact he was not at work to fire him and replace him with his own son. It was the late 19th century. Despite being given permission to go to the funeral he was sacked when he returned to work later that day. After losing his son, emotions ran high. He demanded to see the boss. A boss who sacked an employee of several decades of faithful service without notice or reference! Thus making it hard in the middle of a Depression to find work. He confronted the boss again with an ax except for no locked door. Ended up being charged with murder. The judge ruled that the fact he escaped from a secure unit proved he was fit to plead and no mention could be raised about him being locked up in a mental asylum. He was found guilty and hung as the courts did not want disgruntled employees to follow his lead. My dad worked long hours; sometimes, he wouldn’t be home until 12 AM. This didn’t start happening until I was 13. I was never treated right by my brother and my dad. My dad was always known to hurt us with his words, and sometimes still does today. I felt like a maid for such a long time that I could not take it anymore. Slowly, I started to crack. I became like my dad for a little while at a young age, constantly yelling at my brother because he wasn’t helping me out; he yelled back, saying he just wanted to be a kid. I wanted to be one too and never got that chance. I stopped yelling at him after that. I faced this battle alone and on my own. I made mistakes. I ran 6 miles away from home because of all the stress and yelling. I wanted to be with my mom and realized how stupid I was for running away. It was the most blissful, yet terrifying moment I’ve had. I stared at the sky and took in its beauty as it turned a vibrant pink-orange. That’s all I really remember, aside from the farm land I walked past, the rushing of cars a few feet away from me, and my emotions; upset, scared, angry, and determination.
Halloween is my Christmas shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
Then the Halloween is my Christmas shirt it is in the first place but fun part, where I realized that half of my family is crazy; I got kicked out… for asking to have one more day in the week to spend with my mom. My dad was dating this lady (and currently married to) who wanted nothing to do with us. She tried to get along with us and acted nice in the beginning, but the minute she moved in, she thought she was entitled to boss us around, yell at us worse than my father (if that’s even possible), and never be the victim- even if she was clearly in the wrong. She doesn’t like being told what to do my children, especially when it comes to taking care of my sister (which she is now my responsibility because “I’m better with her” and “She’ll yell at me if I tell her what to do!”. You don’t have to tell her- you can talk to her like a normal human being. I used to give her a suggestion and she would flip out. I didn’t tell my dad because he was with this woman so I assumed he didn’t care; the only thing he was after was her money- the same thing goes for her too. I already knew how my dad treated us, his current wife, and my mom wasnt normal. However, how my mom treats me now isn’t normal either; and I’ve realized this just recently. Ever since she got married and became a trainer at a gym, she’s changed. Her whole attitude changed. She used to be the fun, stay-at-home mom who did everything for us, but is saying she doesn’t have the patience for any of us- including my sister, who needs it the most. She always has something to say about what I’m doing wrong, how I don’t look good because of my weight; she lost a lot of weight and felt good about her self. She gained a little back because of quarantine and beats herself up about it. Now, she’s back to feeling bad about herself and thinks that she just has to lose weight to feel better about herself. I’m focused on my health. Yeah, I’m a bit big for my age but I’ve grown to love my body because it’s not just fat; I do have muscle underneath my thickness. I’ve always felt bad about my looks because my mom told me it wasn’t normal or healthy for me, based on her standards of healthy. What she’s doing isn’t healthy; sometimes she doesn’t eat enough. She cuts out too many things when you have to have a balance of everything. And she works at a gym!