My mother didn’t go to school so she started trading very early. When she met my dad, she was only twenty-two years but was handling a very successful foodstuff store in the market. My father wanted to marry her but he didn’t have anything going for him. He didn’t have a permanent job and was still living in his family house. My mom thought the condition wasn’t right for them to get married so they waited until my father had a job as a driver for a certain white man. He rented a new place for himself and for his future wife and started saving for the marriage. According to my mom, they got married a year after he got a job.

Two months after they got married, the white man traveled back to his home country so my father came unemployed again. It was my mama who was going up and down feeding for him. They gave birth to my eldest family while my pater
was still unemployed. He was a draughtsman by profession but it was hard for him to get a job. One day, he got a job on a construction point and the pay was veritably good. They had a child and that job was n’t a endless job so my mama suggested to him, “ My pater
gave me a land. Let’s launch doing commodity on it now that you ’re working so we can move into it when our rent is due and you no longer have a job. ”

They started the design but interior through its completion, my father came jobless again. My mama did n’t give up. She invested everything she had into the structure until it was completed. They gave birth to their alternate child another girl. And also the third child, also a girl and that’s me. According to my mama , a day after I was born, they moved into their new house and that’s where they ’ve lived all their lives.

It was a new point where structures were springing up every day. My pater
indeed went to those structure spots around to get a job but he did n’t get anything to do. Again, my mama came to the deliverance; “ Amponsah, this place is a new point. Do n’t you suppose if we start a block plant then we ’ll have plutocrat? The land in front of the house is big enough for commodity like that. ” Dad answered, “ Great idea but where’s the plutocrat to start? ” My mama answered, “ Just watch me. ”


A time latterly, they started a block plant. According to my mama , pater
got a job along the line and contributed commodity to the setting up of the business but the larger sum of the plutocrat for the plant came from her. She would n’t stop dealing in the request so she left the block plant for my pater
. It did n’t take so long for the plant to grow. Everyone who was erecting around the vicinity bought blocks from us and pater
also did veritably well by investing the plutocrat back into the plant. Growing up, the plant should have fed the family but my father took over everything and decided not to watch about us.

When we demanded plutocrat he ’ll tell us, “ Go to you your mama , and stop disturbing me. ” mama will give us plutocrat. At the end of the term when we bring our report, pater
wo n’t indeed look atit.However, also he’d know the quantum we’ve to pay as freights coming term, If he did. Because of that, he pushed us to give our report to our mama . I witnessed the first fight between them when I was eight times old. Dad slighted my mama right in front of the plant where numerous buyers were there buying blocks. mama left the point and came home. Dad followed her and beat her more. mama was screaming. My sisters were out playing. It was the workers of the plant that came to separate the fight. All because my mama went to ask for plutocrat for academy particulars.

From that point on, I started abhorring my pater
. I was veritably youthful but I flash back I did n’t want to have anything to do with him. After academy, my sisters will go home. I wo n’t go home. I’ll go to the request and stay with my mama until she closes and come home with me. While my elderly sisters were in the boarding academy in SSS, I was in JSS. My pater
continued avoiding paying our freights. One day my mama opened the constrained end of her cloth where she generally tied her plutocrat and said, “ See then, I have n’t vended anything since I came to the request. Go to your father and cry to him, he ’ll give you plutocrat. ” I went home. I cried to my pater
, he picked a essence tool and chase me with it. He said I was trying to fiddle
him. He said, “ When you grow up and you get your plutocrat, it’s your misters who’ll enjoy it. Why are you fussing me now? ”


He did n’t give me the plutocrat. mama ended up paying for me. They had a fight again one evening. The plant boys were gone. My sisters were in academy. I was the only one in the house with them. I tried all I could to separate them but I could n’t. That day, mama fought back and I was supporting her in spirit but she got beaten all the same. Dad did n’t give us his plutocrat but anytime sons and daughters from his siblings came around for plutocrat, he gave them. He was the perfect uncle to them so they all came around with their requirements and he met those requirements exactly, including taking care of his own sisters and sisters.

My eldest family completed the university. My pater
did n’t attend her scale. According to him, there was no need to waste time on that. My mama went. She said, “ Do n’t mind your father. He’s just shamed that he did n’t do anything for you but you still got this far. ” My alternate family also completed the university and my pater
did n’t attend the scale. I was the only person whose scale he attended. I do n’t know the angel that touched his heart that day.
My eldest family got married and left home. The alternate also got married and left. I had a job and also left home but for some reason, everything my pater
did while we were growing up is still fresh in my heart. I want to forget them. I want to push it back like my sisters have done and live around him with happiness just like they’re doing but I have n’t been suitable to do that. I detest him with passion.

Three times agone
, they celebrated their 40th anniversary as a couple. My mama holds a big position in the church and my pater
has also risen in status in the church so they decided to celebrate their anniversary in a big way in the church. My sisters were pumped about it. They did photoshoots for them and published assignation cards to invite people to the occasion. They carried the anniversary on their heads but I did n’t care. On the day of the anniversary, they both went home and were all awaiting me. mama called and I told her, “ I ’m not coming. ” She screamed on the phone, “ Why would you do that? Everyone is then and you have to be then too. Do n’t make me angry. ” I responded, “ You ’re the one making me angry mama . What are you two celebrating? The beatings? The neglect? The shame he brought on you? The suffering? Tell me one good thing you ’re celebrating and I’ll pick a auto and come home. ”

“ You ’re a devil. I wo n’t allow you to spoil our day. I ’ll deal with you when this is over. ”

She hung up the call and my elderly family called right after that; “ What are you talking about over there? Do n’t you know how to forgive and move on? Were you more maltreated than any of us? We suffered further than you but we’re then. What kind of silly station is that? ” I responded, “ You ’re still hurt but hiding behind remission to do what does n’t make you happy. I ’m not like you ” She cut the call on me before I could finish my statement. After the anniversary my pater
called me; “ I heard you could n’t come because of work. Oh, you ’ve missed a lot. ” My mama prevaricated to him but that was ok.

mama came to visit and spent three days with me trying to move me to forget about what my pater
did. “ I ’m the bone
who’s supposed to be hurt not you. I suffered to pay your freights. All of you’re my substantiation, your pater
did nearly nothing for you but I ’m not angry. I forgave him when I set up Christ. So why are you still holding on? You want him to come and supplicate you? ” I responded, “ I want him to apologize to you and enjoy his miscalculations. He ca n’t live as though what he did was normal and we ca n’t complain. ”

Two days ago my family called me. The alternate bone
. She said, “ We want to surprise pater
on father’s day so we’re making benefactions for that. We can take him out for a surprise, buy him a gift, commodity to cheer him up. ” I was laughing in my head. I told her, “ I wo n’t waste my plutocrat on that so please count me out. ” She went on a marathon of advice. I was n’t indeed harkening to her. She said, “ How can you marry with such a heart? You ’ll come back home in no time because your hubby can do worse than pater
did. ”

I forgave her ignorance and said, “ My felicitations to yourhusband.However, he wo n’t like me, If he dares treat you bad and I get to know of it. I’ll tête-à-tête come to that house and take your effects out. ” She laughed and I laughed. She loves me and I know. I love her too. I love every one of them but my pater
is out of that circle of love. occasionally I feel I ’m exaggerating. I feel I ’m crying further than the deprived. I feel left out too because they gather and they’re happy but I ca n’t be happy because the recollections of history are still fresh on my mind.

Is there a way I can get over it and live my life?

The name of my father makes me bitter. I indeed told my mama that I would n’t like to have my pater
hold my hands during my marriage. I do n’t indeed want him there. She said, “ also stay until he dies before you marry. ”

I ’m the bone
who’s burdened now. occasionally my wrathfulness toward my sisters is just a incarnation of covetousness. I ’m jealous of how they can live freely with my pater
anyhow of everything and I ca n’t do it. I need help. This is where I start crying. I really need help. Indeed if I ca n’t let go, there should be a way I can pretend to be happy for my family no matter how dysfunctional it used to be.