Pressure Essays (1379 words) - Startup Cult, DraftCarson Hill

Pressure All my life my mom has always told me Melissa live your life for yourself BUT remember try to make others happy. When others are happy life goes by easier because then you have less problems in the world because life is hard enough. As I grow up and life and got old vie made a lot of choices not for me but choices that would make others happy. I understood were my mom was coming from till I realized I wasnt happy myself in life. About eight years ago I moved to Florida from being a Jersey girl my whole life. Talk about change that was the biggest change of my whole life. Everything in Florida is like the complete opposite then what I was use to and I didnt like it. Basically moving here was starting my whole life over to where I had no friends only the family I came down with. With that being said I tried my hardest to please them with every decision I made no only because I live with them but because they were my family and everyone wants there family to be happy with all your decisions in life to keep peace and be happy. When my family and I first moved down here we had moved in with some friends of my parents they knew years ago until our house was finish being built. I started my senior year of high school and also worked full time at a plumbing company my dad was part owner in I was in charge of all pay roll, plumbing bids, filing, keeping the men in line, well lets just said I did everything but the actually plumbing part. My life was ok but I was missing something, someone that I could spend some time with but not just a friend I wanted a boyfriend a partner in crime. It wasnt before long that I started making friends and actually really clicking with people that were decent not likes some people that are all about themselves. His name was Lamar and not only did he have the looks but had the brain and the job to go with it a package I couldnt turn down. Lamar was just what I was looking for. It was like he was an answers to my prayers that god had sent me a gift. After a couple months of dating I knew it was time to meet the family because to me at the time it was important for their oppion.If anyones oppiopion mattered the most it was theirs. Bring him around though scared me because this would be the first boyfriend they ever meet! I was scared; scared because in my eyes he was perfect but I knew in their eyes they would see different. It was a Friday night and I planned for all my family to be home for dinner because this would be the time for them to all meet. I didnt sleep for days scared of what the outcome would be. I set the table started cooking some dinner and had everything done by 8. As everyone arrived they all sat and started talking waiting for him to arrive of course he was the last one to come but that wasnt his fault because in my family they feel if you on time you late. The doorbell started ringing and before I could answer it my brother was at the door. I could see it all over my brother face when he opened the door it would be a problem because he didnt even say hello or nothing he just stood there and looked at my new boyfriend that was black. In my family they feel to have a friend that is black is ok. To have a boyfriend that is black is just not understood. I tried to explain to them that the color of skin should not matter. All that should matter is that Im happy! Well all I heard from everyone one of their mouths was that this world is still shallow and judgmental and if I was to date him all I was doing was setting myself up for failure. Their favorite line