Like A Son Of A Gun-Personal Narrative

What I thought was a new beginning for her and another chance at happiness, had actually turned out to be a complete disaster. It turned out that she had been involved with him all along. Rather than being honest with us, she lied continuously. We expressed to her that if he brought her happiness then we had no say so. We had no other option but to be happy for her. However, she still insisted that she’d cut all ties with him.

didn't let that stop her from what she was doing. They did fix their relationship but the hurt she

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

When I got shot as kid it had sparked to many physical and mental emotions to my body but the pain was unbearable.

Friendly and confident, these were personality traits that attracted me to her. But over the years, the superficiality of high school had somehow warped her brain, making her become more like an annoying character from a teen drama than an actual human being. I knew it was just a mask though, a way to cover up her real emotions. But honestly, I should have broken up with her months ago. The reason I didn't however, was because I didn’t like the idea of separation. I didn’t want to be anything like my biological dad.

Remember the days of childhood where you knew SO little about the world that nearly every day you would learn something that you now take for granted? Something that was significant? Take for instance, the first time you got caught cheating, or the first time that asking for help returned a reward, or the first time you got no reward for doing something right?I remember the first time I found out I could get something from one parent, even if the other said no. This is something most kids come across at one point or another, and more often than not, the biggest lesson learned is that they can’t get away with this. I am no ordinary kid though, now am I? One day I saw an ad on the television for a new Nerf gun; and I had to have it. I had had all of them at one point or another, I couldn’t get enough. Throughout most of my elementary and maybe even early middle school life, I was obsessed with Nerf guns. I did so much more than just play with them. I modified them, sold them, painted them, etc. So when the Longshot Super Sniper 2.0 (or whatever spiffy name some marketing group thought would appeal to 10-year-olds) was announced, I wasn’t long to run into the parlor where my dad was reading and ask for it. He said no, I could

Brittany was not happy with me once she found out I told the counselor and I did not expect her to be. After she got over the first initial shock of someone other than me knowing, she forgave me. Brittany was never a hurtful person; she had just been hurt in the past so once she realized that she was in no danger with the counselor she thanked me for getting her help. Brittany continued with the counseling sessions for all of high school. She had a rough time at first, but she did get clean and has not hurt herself since tenth grade. Now she has a baby who she loves dearly and is engaged to be married sometime this year. She is the Brittany I met the first day of SGA and I am thankful I got her back.

That's one of the reasons that I chose to write this, I will never fix my thoughts on this subject again. I am at peace and I am free. Life is far too short to be wasted dwelling on the past. I choose to live in the now, because if you have a constant victim mentality, you will always be a victim. Heal for YOU not for them. Forgive for YOU not for them. I wish you all the love and the peace that I now have, you are not alone.

And is it over now? Do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home Well, did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter

She has one child, a daughter. And divorced three weeks ago. She still feels heartbroken.

I was utterly distraught. She was my world! My friend! My only lover! She has completely betrayed and hurt me to a degree beyond my comprehension.

“It’s Good!” Those two words caused the dimples on my cheek to be more visible than ever, as I refused not to show my joyful emotions. It was a cold winter day, but it didn’t stop parents and fans from coming to watch Our Lady of the Lake take on Our Lady of Sorrows at home. I personally had a strong disliking for OLL (Our Lady of the Lake) for years I had to deal with never being able to beat them. Scores that made us embarrassed as a team, unfortunately was was always the case when we played The Lake. However, when I looked at my schedule that year, and realized that this would be my last chance to face up against them, I knew I had to come with a different attitude. If I was granted the opportunity to put the game away, I had no other choice.

I will never fall in love again. I fuck up all the time and I hurt everyone I come into contact with. I never meant to, I'm so sorry.

I’m not a bad kid, you know? I don’t normally laugh at people who make mistakes because, duh, we’re all human—presumably—and we all learn from our mistakes. (Usually). Which, in light of the present situation, I felt a little ashamed that I was practically dying from laughter, but I just couldn’t stop. I mean, wouldn’t you laugh?

of liked me. Then, someone took her away from me. As a result I fully lost it. I couldn 't go on. I just couldn 't! I have nothing. I have cried myself for so many nights, I have to take action now.