Personal Narrative: Is It My Place To Be Bothered

Is it My Place to be Bothered?

I am just your normal human being, and I believe in giving for the right reasons. I am often bothered by those that do it for the wrong reasons, and wanted to dedicate my essay to this phenomenon.

I grew up as a Military Navy Brat; it seemed that my dad spent more time out to sea than at home, so we were, essentially, raised by our mother. I often wonder if my mom was a giver, because she grew up kind of poor and seemed to not have much. There were thirteen siblings in the family, yet I would like to think it was all in her DNA.

With my Dad being gone most of the time, our mom did everything for us. I have six beautiful and often, spunky, sisters. It all must have been a lot to handle for our mom, raising seven children with must have seemed to her, on her own. After our parents divorced, when I was in high school, I know it got extremely difficult for our mom. She worked full time, therefore my older sister and I helped raise the younger ones. I saw my mom give so much of herself, including going without eating, just so we could.

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Two of those who come to mind…my six sisters and me; we are all givers. Is that due to our DNA, our mom, whom was our role model? Of the seven of us girls, six of us give without bragging or without expecting anything in return. I have a sister that every time she gives, she brags about it. That bothers me. My own husband, (shh, don’t tell him I told) when he gets upset, will throw it in my face what he has done for me. He sometimes will even ask me “Haven’t I made your life better?” From our conversations, he expects something in return. That bothers me. He has even gotten upset if you forgot to say thank you. (HA! His hearing is so bad sometimes he doesn’t hear the thank you). From what I’ve heard it seems that he had a good childhood, plus his parents and brother seem to be giving people. So, why does he behave that way?