I never really had a mentor. It was always me against the world, and I’ve become a stronger person for it.
My parents got divorced when I was in 6th grade, which is a lot for a 6th grader to handle, but things didn’t start changing until the June after my parents announced to us what was going on.
In June my Mom moved into a new house in town, a house mind you, that we didn’t get to see before we moved in. We had to fix it up, because the owner before us didn’t take very good care of it, so much of the house smelled awful, and like animal piss and mold. The whole remodeling process was an adventure.
Once school started up again, and my mom went back to work, she left most of the parenting to me. As if the divorce wasn’t hard enough on me, now I had to make sure that my brothers had everything that they needed, and that they got fed properly. It was incredibly unfair to me, and to this day my mother doesn’t know what she put me through.
I never had a mentor, if anything, I was my own mentor. I wouldn’t change what happened for anything. If I did, I wouldn’t be the person I ended up being. I would be a spoiled brat, and not the level headed adult I’ve grown up to be.
I’ve had social problems due to my higher maturity level, having a harder time making friends or keeping friends. People saw me as the strange girl who spends time by herself. So I gave up on people.
I wouldn’t change my life. I just look towards the future, and I don’t like to look back.