Same Dysfunction, 3 Stories Told

Dads Side of the Story


I hurt so many along my way

Never wanting to be a man to stay

I lost in the flesh but gained in spirit

My family gone, but a heart inherits

Tortured lives and hurtful actions

Never understanding the human subtraction

Reflection of shadows that held me captive

In their line of work they kept me active

Dirty and selfish deeds committed

Never once I opted or omitted

I laughed with all that I ever done

I even pointed and pulled a trigger of a gun

A story I tell of who I was

Now I can admit I was a ruler of unjust

Apologies I owe by the plenty

I couldn’t even count or tell you how many

A bad man they all call me

But I am sorry I just couldn’t see

I never intended to hurt on purpose

Never realizing I was an oppress

I bowed on one knee to repent

In my entire wrath I cowardly sent

I was just a boy lost looking for love

A love divine that I always dreamed of

A love I found in the supernatural

The love of a father that was factual

He took my hand and led my way

Opened up a door for a man to stay.

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Moms Side of The Story

A woman, a mother, and a writer I stand to be

All I ever wanted was a family couldn’t he see

From the day I turned eighteen to the day I left

I felt I was robbed and rapped a grand theft

I was left scared and bruised on the inside and out

When all I wanna do from here on is shout

Can anyone understand the suffering I have under gone?

Little did he see his love was withdrawn

I pretend under false pretenses of mine

That a heart is at ease with love so kind

A little white lie or a big skeleton in my closet

In a vault with a lock and a chain I deposit

My true feelings and emotions all screwed

Physically and mentally escaped and elude

I say I am not confused by all that took place

I would be caught lying without my poker face

I paint the pretty pictures with colors so bright

Although I am crying from all contrite

A battle I fight within my heart and soul

My mind it locks, I have no control

I call upon my strength to keep me sane

Although I carry a huge deal of pain

I ask my father above to grant me inner peace

Or soon I will be eaten by a sorrow beast

I ask come rescue a sheep in need

Please, rest your hands so I may exceed

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Childs Side of The Story


Where do I hide my face so I won’t see?

In my hands I bury my eyes to me

I cannot see any more blood of thee

A mommy that’s what she is to me

My daddy just fights and screams at her

My eyes so foggy I see a blur

I cry in a corner where my mommy sits

All that comes for her are fists n’ hits

I wish I was big to protect and defend

But just a little boy, when will it end

I ask daddy please stop fighting

Kicking, screaming, and sometimes biting

Why must this happen I just want to be loved

But my feelings over looked and shoved

Why can’t they see it just hurts me inside?

They don’t know how bad Ive tried

To get their attention to see what I see

A simple I love you why can’t they tell me

Mommy too busy crying and always hurt

While daddy is out doing his dirt

All I want is my mommy and dad

But instead they just hurt me so bad

It doesn’t matter I can’t make them love

Something they don’t carry or even dream of


This is a true story of how three different people are affected by the same situation but all have different standpoints but are affected emotionally in some sort or manner. It hurt to write this but it is truth and truth hurts. I write what I know what my oldest son feels and think and see. I may not walk in his shoes but I am connected for he is my child and I know my child. I hope you all get an eye opener to this little hub I did here. We sometimes forget the feelings of others and are selfish in our wants and needs. So thanks again for stopping by and reading my thoughts!!



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b. Malin 5 years ago

What is that quote, "His side, Her side, and the Truth somewhere in between"...And now add a Child to this situation...So Sad, and no one Wins, or is Happy. I can relate, unhappy Childhood, and parents, that fought. My father too could become out of control...But I think he saw the same actions in his Childhood... and the Beat goes On another Generation. Well told Bella, Sadly and Beautifully.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

B., It is continued generation by generation sadly true. Many do not realize until it is too late and the dysfunction has spread like a disease that it is too late to cure. THank you for stopping by!!

smiles :)

bella


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Workathomecoach 5 years ago from Yardley, PA

Very deep and emotional. Wow.


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

very powerful and emotional. too many times the father never comes around, or even things he is wrong, or cares that he is hurting people. I'm sorry you and your son had to go through that, but I'm glad yu are out of it now. You are very brave my Blossom!


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Work, Thank you emotional and deep it is a bit hard to write through tears!But i see it as life and struffles but always searching for a better tomorrow!!THank you...

Nikki, lol I thank you! Hey its life and I embraced the trials, struggles, and woes! I just write what my gut speaks...

smiles :)

bella


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Majadez 5 years ago from Johannesburg, South Africa

Very traumatic but I love the way you brought out the emotions of each of the characters. Oftentimes we tend to stick to one side and sympathise with that person, yet we're all human and we all make mistakes and even the perceived antagonist to a situation goes through emotions and pain.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Yes I try not to be too one sided but it does happen at times. Thank you for stopping by it is appreciated and accepted with warmth and humility.

smiles :)

bella


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

You've told the story well Bella. When a child is brought up in a disfunctional family, seems he continues the same pattern in adulthood, and so it goes.

Cheers (:D


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Always, Yes my ston has struggles at the age of 8 and has anger issues it is a challenge for me dealing with an attitude of a 18 year old but in a 8 year old body. He was never shown to respect me by his father which is quite the challenge now but he is coming along the way slowly but surely. Thank you for stopping by!!

smiles :)

bella


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Bumpsysmum 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Truly inspirational. Written, you say, through tears - read by me through tears! Brought back so many memories, good and bad, great writing :-)


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Bumpsys, Thank you for reading I didn't mean to make you cry truly my apologies :/ But sometimes it just tugs at our hearts and make us understand that we have come along way.


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Bumpsysmum 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Oh heart tugging is good for the soul, it makes us remember why we're top of the food chain!! :-)


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

I agree, can our strengths sometimes be seen as weaknesses??? I hope not but at times it is sniffed by some who are knowledgeable....


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

It is sad that the love, hopes and dreams a young couple had turn into this horror. So many families live in turmoil and pain every day and the children always suffer.

Voted UP.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Hyphen, Yes love hopes and dreams can be shattered. Which leads to dysfunction within a family and settle within the mind of a child which is the worst feeling a nt in the right state of mind can experience.

Smiles

bellea

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