Growing Old Can Be A Burden
Maggie is feeling angry and upset because of her own family for not thinking enough about her to help her when she need help. being a single mother was hard, with no help. I did a lot of things to keep a roof over there heads, food on the table and clothes on their backs. God knows I made a lot of mistakes, some that will haunt me for the rest of my life. My children were all I had, their father sorted attention from someone else, placing all the burden on my shoulders. After my spouse left me, I was the sole provider.
There was no father in my home, just me the best I could. I can omit that I was not the best mother because of my work schedule. One of the main problems was when I had to leave their father because of his abusive behavior. I never wanted my children to feel the pain I had endured for so many years. I hid the black eyes and the bruises from my family. After he left me, I thought we would come together as a family, but I was wrong. My children took over my home, bringing men and women in and out. I was always the one who gave and gave until there was nothing. My children are all grown up with families of their own, they say they love me with no affection. I am never visited or called on the phone until they think I have something to give. My grandchildren have been kept away with me knowing them by name only. Two of my grandchildren call me sometime, and I praise those moments I share with them.I thought growing old would be graceful, with my children looking out for me. As of now, I am alone with my family, more interested in themselves than me. I know from the reaction on there faces they see me as a burden. I see here thinking about my own mother, nothing or no one could ever stop me from helping her if she needed me. Growing old can be fearful when there is nothing to look forward to.