I Broke Up With My Boyfriend

Throughout our lives, many of us crave and strive to be loved and cherished. Many find purpose and happiness when they share reciprocated affection with another person. Heartbreak often occurs when what we wished for in a relationship is not returned in the same manner. Miranda in “Sexy” by Jhumpa Lahiri felt this at the end of her relationship with a married man named Dev. He had treated her unlike anyone else before. This caused her to believe their relationship meant the same to him as it did to her, despite him being married to another women. Mr. Kapasi in “Interpreter of Maladies” found affection towards a woman who was cold towards her family, but was warm and showed great interest in him. He had started to believe she was different

Uggggghhhh…...“He changed it!” I yell furiously. It was a simple passcode: four digits, what every dumb football player does one, two, three, four. With less anger, I open up the phone. I see text messages from a dozen cheerleaders, one from my best friend, Angie. I know at that moment for sure he is cheating on me with her. He sent to Angie: I love you to the moon and back. Not even a million years, would Tom send that to me. I quickly became brokenhearted. What if it was a

I think you should really think about what you are doing. In the meantime, I don't know if I want to keep exchanging letters because I just don't want to hear about it. Maybe one day I will trust you again.

Then in 2016, I met this girl online at a dating site. We exchanged pictures online. When I saw

But as soon you were done and you put your clothes on the truth started to come out. I’m not sure of I want to be with you, can you tell me why I should be with you, by the way gabby is coming over soon, let me see your phone, but no you can’t see mine. EXCUSE ME these are the words of a self-proclaimed “man” but I call him a boy, which is what he truly acts like. You don’t get to make love to a woman then question if you want to be with her. if you don’t love her, you don’t touch her. She shouldn’t have to tell you why she should be with you; you should want to be with her because you love her. This isn’t a sorority rushing event where she must convince you why she is worthy of being a part of you. Another girl is coming over? What is this, it’s not healthy that is for sure. The disrespect of rushing her out and then talking poorly about her to another girl. You want to see her phone, really? For a man with so much confidence about the game he is playing and the love he fails to have you sure ask for a lot as if you are caring and

However, I do feel as though I wouldn’t have made those mistakes if your actions hadn’t have impacted me as much as they did. You treated me so poorly that it still bothers me enough for me to keep trying to talk to you about it. Back in 6th grade, which I know was a long time ago, I really didn’t know anyone and I was introduced to you by Seyenah in gym class that first quarter of school thinking that, because we both played basketball, we could be friends. Maybe I was a little over excited and came off a bit too eager but it was because I thought I had a chance of making some friends finally. We did have every class together and that happened to be probably just as exasperating for you as it was me. Instead of talking to me and telling me

The relationship that will be analyzed is between me and an old friend. My former best friends name was Leslee. We meet in the middle of sixth grade and quickly formed a close relationship, even dating for a few months. Although our dating life was quick to deteriorate we found it easy enough to remain friends, if anything it made us closer. I will describe the reasons for our once strong relationship to fall apart.

“I was born in Nigeria, I came to Maryland when i was still in diapers…” Omokore insures her cultural roots remain a part of her everyday life. Although she can’t speak her language, yoruba, she can understand it well. At age one Omokore and her mother moved from Nigeria to Maryland, where her grandmother was living, due

I don’t know what you think I told anyone or did, but I can swear on anything that I didn’t do anything at all. why in the world would I do anything to get you into trouble when I wasn’t even involved?I told miss and Niharika that it was her fault and that you controlled and didn’t do anything last time. even in school literally everyone was bitching about you when Vanshika and I were the only ones who kept quiet. I’m not telling you to believe me or start talking to me again, all I’m saying is that we’ve stopped talking for no reason at all. Still if you think I’m at fault I’m really really sorry and you know I don’t tell everyone that I’m sorry.  Its your life not mine so I can’t tell you what to do but I don’t think I did anything that I

One day i was on my way home from work when i suddenly forgot it was mine and my wife’s anniversary so i went to get her flowers, chocolate, and a card. I pulled into the driveway and I noticed  the only  lights on were in my bedroom (which is on the 3rd floor). So i went in the house thinking she was going to surprise me by getting ready so we could get dinner then come back home and spend some quality time together. However after taking the height that is the first to flight of stairs, I see panties on the step leading to the third floor then there was a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom. I couldn’t believe it my wife of 15 years has been cheating on me

Breakups are hard, to say the least. It’s a similar idea to being addicted to some sort of drug and going through withdraw. Well, that would be in the most extreme of cases, anyways. Many people deal with breakups in different ways. What is generally expected would be a lot of crying and maybe some anger mixed in. Some people are calm about it, to the point of it showing no effect to them. Usually, I would see myself being the calm person, yet I find myself in my ex’s closet, looking out on an empty room in an attempt to see whatever he could be doing.

They are a family of ten with only one young girl left unmarried. The girl’s name is Anna Daventry, and she is the same age as me. I work as Anna’s personal maid, and I hope that this time I don’t ruin everything. A few days later I burnt her clothes while ironing. When I told her I thought for sure she would be mad at me, but she just shrugged and said that everyone makes mistakes. It was then I knew then that weI would be great friends. After 8 months I knew that I had to go home to my family. Though I hated it I told Anna that I had to leave, but I promised her that I would write as often as I could.

“When I fall in love with a girl, I see her as center of world; I want spend every second with her and I am willing to do everything for her. Before I went abroad, she promised that she will wait for me, no matter how long, and I believed in her, of course. Four months of waiting is a hell. I work hard every day, as I promised, for buying her a beautiful engagement ring. I know she is going to be happy. I started to feel anxious. What did she do today, Why didn’t she contact me, Will she love somebody else? I am so afraid of losing her. I keep asking her, Do you still love me? She says I am like little girl. She is right; I should be strong enough, she is waiting for me! But distance is a poison that can destroy love. One month before I go back, she changed. She began to not talk to me anymore. I awake from sleep and find my phone, “I miss you”. “Ok, go back to sleep.” When I awake again in morning, telling her, I still miss you. She says, I know. Good

Grief is like weather. Some days are cold, wet and stormy, while the other days are bright warm and sunny. Today like most days its storming. I lost my heart, my life, my boyfriend to five bullets 1,327 days ago. Not only have I lost all hope but I forgot how to love so deep. Experiencing the passing of my boyfriend was never easy. I knew the love was always true from all the wonderful times we had, to the phone calls, until the funeral. I knew he was always the one who had my back. Dealing with the death of my boyfriend Dante’ was never easy but his spirit presence helps to persevere though life daily challenges.

A few days later, once Ta (Ms. South Carolina) got back, she hit me up explaining that she waited for me to come and fell asleep. I was salty (disappointed in Philly slang). For the next following weeks, Tam and I started pen-palling and sending pictures to one another. She was digging a bro. Ta was in her last year of high school when we met. She went on to Spellman College for Girls in Atlanta. I began long distance calling her on the house phone. The phone bill had skyrocketed and my parents were going crazy. E was finally in love. Ms. Bee tried to convince me to only write letters. I did, but it wasn’t enough. The letters were coming in weekly with flattering pictures of Tam. She was gorgeous. Kea said to me that I