Listen To My Ex-Personal Narrative

Toxic relationships are the most addictive drugs to the heart. They become the air to our lungs and the reason for our hearts to beat. However, realizing how harmful they are and letting go seems to be like taking in the last breath. Officially ending my hazardous relationship of over five years seemed to be detrimental to my life. However, closing the door to my past life opened up new opportunities for me such as learning to love myself, improving myself and connecting with others.

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

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.

Hello from the bloody cold north!!! to day was -12C and with wind chill it was -20"c, that's bloody cold in Fahrenheit !!!

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

After my mother's head was blown off, her body axed nearly in two, people in Kinnakee wondered whether she'd been a whore. At first they wondered, then they assumed, then it became a loose jingle of fact. Cars had been seen at the house at strange times of night, people said. She looked at men the way a whore would. In these situations, Vern Evelee always remarked that she should have sold her planted in '83, as if that was proof she was prostituting herself.

I understand. And I’m not mad.” That was a lie, but it would have to do for now. “I just really need to know what you said to him. What he said to you.”

The "it came as a revelation to me" befuddles me, and perhaps on the grounds that I have never encountered this, so I'm speculating this fair appears unexpectedly and blast, the data just flies in your mind. That is my wild figure. How might you depict enlighten individuals regarding this data given? On the off chance that a disclosure came to somebody in this advanced age, they would conceivably be called insane, however then you need to ponder, would they say they are insane or would they say they are being honest? I've met what's coming to me of insane and a portion of the stuff they say may sound insane, yet it truly makes them

Dan was an ordinary 13 year old boy. Dan hated school just like most people in the 8th grade of Rocky Silvers Middle School. He had a few friends, but they didn’t talk to him. They just didn’t bully him so Dan liked them. Many people knew who Dan was, not as the popular, nice, awesome kid, but as the kid to tyrannize everyday.

The most paramount challenge I have had to face in education and every facet of my life has been the divorce of my parents when I was in the 3rd grade. Overcoming the emotional chains of the event has been in an oxymoronic fashion extremely simple, and the hardest thing to do in the world. After about half a year of feeling like Atlas with the earth on my shoulders, a decision had to be made. I choose to continue on with my life, but also improve every aspect of it. My grades skyrocketed, I became extremely social, and overall I was much happier. A simple decision, but one that led me to where I am today. It is terribly unfortunate that too many people in my situation would simply give up, look at proverbial “bare wall” and proclaim, “I can’t

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

In 2008 my world came crashing down in an instant. My parents finally gained the courage to inform my sister and I that they were planning to get a divorce and sell our childhood home. I was heartbroken, I was afraid of leaving my comfortable life with my family, but I later learned that it was the best thing for our family. This narrative is not about the troubles of dealing with my parents’ divorce, but about what happened a few years after their divorce, when I traded my life in San Jose for new family members.

The clouds of mist rolling over me like a blanket I am breathing so hard it feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. Then, out of nowhere rough,rough,rough! Well that’s how it all started for me on this insanely horrific weekend.

“After being yelled at by the wicked Mr. Schwarz in the breezeway by the courtyard with my friend, Andre, I went to my next class. Mr. Schwarz just happened to be my teacher for Marketing, the class I was going to next. Just when I thought my day couldn't get worse it did, he decided to give us a quiz to see what we knew. Once he got to me to me he towered over me as if he was a higher being and gave me the paper while wearing a sinister smile on his face.

Whenever the end of sophomore year came around, we both became more boy crazy. I met a boy named Blake who I have now been with for three years, and she started hanging around a boy named Colton who she still visits in college. Although we both adore and love these boys, we have had many ups and downs with them. She has always been "Someone I can call up late at night and talk about boys and drama." Whenever I was a senior in high school, I decided to break up with my boyfriend of three years and go act wild again with people I thought were still my friends. While Maddy was out acting wild and crazy with Colton. Anytime either one of them would do something wrong, we would text or call each other within seconds, go get ice cream and drive