All That I Need Is to Be Loved Puns

So, I was asked to write a “unique” character introduction to the reader and thought of this, while wide awake at 2 am and want some opinions, please. Any are appropriated!

She had always felt that she never really had a legitimate chance at a happy life. At least, she felt like that at times. She had been brought into this world as a “last time accident” and just like that, she began her life with no male wanting any involvement in her upbringing. It didn’t matter back then, though. She knew only of her life and her life was what she knew as normal. Her mother worked hard and paid the bills, made sure they had food on the plate and even had a dollar or two to spare for a dollar movie on the weekends. It wasn’t lavish, but she was loved and knew that she would be okay.

She had two grandparents that she looked up to and adored with all her heart. She was the only grandchild. At the time, she had no idea of the term spoiled and thought that she was just the apple of their eyes. Her childhood was nice, and quite pleasant , considering other’s and their stories that she would hear from time to time. She’d hear stories of people say how they had lost their grandparents or parents and she would want to cry for them. That fear would make her blood run cold or her mind go blank. It’s as if her body couldn’t comprehend the possibility and refused to believe it could happen. She grew up, she had low self esteem, overweight, alone, but she had her books to keep her company. She had her family’s love. She believed that everything would be okay and for a little while, it was.

Then, her grandparents passed. She couldn’t blame God or the doctors. They were in their late eighties, lived long lives. It was their “time” and then years pass, and she continued to grow up. She becomes a bit of a troublemaker, she realized that she liked attention. She missed the feeling of being “special” so she found ways to get it. Her mother worried at night whenever she wouldn’t hear from her and missed her daughter that would stay home and read in bed. The daughter she knew she raised. Funny, smart, unique and creative. More time passes and the girl becomes a young woman. She has no direction and has no clue on what to do next in life. She just starts to feel like asking her mom for real advice, advice that you ask your parent as a twenty something, and when you really listen to the answer. Alas, life has other than plans. One sad day, her mother passed away. The young woman watched

(I’m sure this has already been asked and I know this is all old news but it’s been on my mind for a while now and I figured this would be the place to ask)

This is a part of my story. I’m using this as an emotional outlet and my start to finding serenity. Recently I lost my dad to his disease. If anyone out there has as well, I hope you know you’re not alone.

Hey everyone, I just wanted to share my story and my life somewhere, and my friend recommended this to me. I’ll start off by telling you a little about me. I’m a 20 year old female in my third year of college. I’m the classic middle child. Throughout my life my dad was always an alcoholic. I used to compare him to a snake; he had the most beautiful crystallized blue eyes and they were horrifyingly beautiful when he was drunk, just like a snake. When he was sober he was amazing. He had a way about him that drew everyone in, and you felt like you could never get enough of him. It was true because I held onto his sober moments so strongly, as they were fleeting. He was the dad everyone wanted, but they didn’t see what I saw or experienced at home. There are many anecdotes about my dad’s drinking and how it effected us, but this journey in particular has had the most impact on me. I just started sharing my story with people because I’ve reached the point where I’m ready to. 2 years ago my parents divorced, and this is when he went off the deep end. I remember wishing and praying that he would hit rock bottom, because I heard alcoholics had to hit rock bottom to get better. Then I got the call that he was in an accident. I rushed to the hospital, and I was told it was a small accident. When I got there the nurse brought me into a room and said we needed to talk before I saw him. I thought it was strange and feared the worst. In my heart, I knew he was drunk driving; I could feel it in my stomach. She told me he broke his femur, jaw, ribs, spine, both lungs were collapsed, and they had to stabilize his pelvis. Then she said he was too violent, with all of those injuries, and they put him in a medically induced coma. He was in a coma for the following six days. I knew this just had to be rock bottom and would make him realize he needed to truly commit to being sober and find serenity. A month later he’s in a wheelchair still, and basically made of metal from his leg to his jaw. A month later he decided to get drunk again, and my heart broke. I had been let down many, many times before, but not like this. If a coma and this situation couldn’t get him to stop drinking, he never would. I stopped telli