My Ex-Girlfriend Essay

Memory is used as a powerful conduit into the past; childhood experiences held in the subconscious illuminate an adult’s perception. Harwood uses tense shifts throughout her poetry to emphasise and indicate the interweaving and connection the past and the present hold. By allowing this examination of the childhood memories, Harwood identifies that their significance is that of an everlasting memory that will dominate over time’s continuity and the inevitability of death.

Heartbreak and vengeance make the perfect cocktail for any juicy or scandalous story, but so does the concept of a twisted illusion of reality. Stories of passion such as, Evona Darling written by Silas House and My Ex-Husband written by Gabriel Spera, are both examples of stories that furnish the reader’s equation of love and hate entwined together with the tainted sense of reality. House descriptively writes a story about the passion of a mother’s love whose heart has been taken away by her child’s father, who through suspicious friends got Evona’s custody stripped away from her. On the other hand, Spera creates her poem in her perspective of being married to a man that betrayed her and played his cards of deceit that dissolved their marriage. Both stories were passionately written after love had partaken, but the fairy tale ends had come upon them. The concept of reality ties in with the illusion

I remember it like it was yesterday. My best friend and I, TJ used to always hang out together. We would take walks in the woods, play cars, ride bikes, and sometimes even play hopscotch; things normal kids would do. People thought it was strange to have a boy best friend, but it didn’t matter to me. He was great company on lonely days, and never gossiped about anything. He was the type of friend you could always count on. Little did I know that TJ would soon be gone.

Everyone loves to tell the story of their first love, and the beautiful lesson they learned through the adventure. You hear the phrase, “you’ll never forget your first” as you see a small smirk flourish across the faces of people who remember their story. Through all the experiences shared, I never would have believed the result of falling out of love. All of the novels and sweet smiles never hinted about the time I would end up crumbled down on my bedroom's floor, with two years of a person's presence surrounding a broken heart. Nobody will speak of watching your first love leave for college, knowing that they will want to move on. I went through the stages of heartbreak that left me with a cracked and bruised heart. The recovery and journey of finding acceptance and love for myself, created a book of my personal lessons.

Junot Díaz expresses his feelings through his literary work, This is How You Lose Her. The reactions through the female characters he has describe in his life (fragment finish your thought. The reactions of who? In his life what?). Nilda is a promiscuous girl who was the main character’s brother’s girlfriend who represents a part of the main character’s life. Nilda represents how both men and women can be on the same level of equality. Nilda is part of the main character’s life by viewing how the relationship process flows. The relationship goes from infidelity to being dumped and then abjectly begging forgiveness. The main

That was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the ambulance and my mom was crying I was crying and the paramedics were asking me a whole bunch of questions.

However, they do make me think of the soft days that could have been, friends and lovers gone because I did not have the chance to meet

Growing up, I've had to mature quickly, yet that little girl, who still loves chocolate, daydreams of fairy tales, and wishes to save all the little creatures of the world, she’s still a great part of me.

To the left of the barn, snow gleamed in the sunlight, and a rock pyramid rose out of the field. With their backs to the wind, cattle circled the rocks. I stood on the porch of his farmhouse, and think of my great-grandfather’s farm. As he finished work on a winter’s evening, he opened his tobacco pouch.

I remember lots of things about that day. Things like the wind blowing my black wispy hair in the way of my view, the brown leaves crunching under my feet, the grey trees and Alaskan sky… the smell of rain. Simple things. I remember all these things but what I can’t stop thinking about is when I first saw her.

Revenge can come in all shapes, sizes and forms, but there is no form I love more than that of the vengeance seeking woman. Whether it be through sheer wit, extreme violence or a mixture of the two, there’s something so thrilling about watching a woman stick it to the man in a variety of ways. Especially when the proverbial man deserves such comeuppance.

Thus, inspiring me to write my sonnet “Do you have any idea..?” relating to my relationship with my father. Whilst Duffy’s nostalgic poem appears positive, as it expresses Duffy's love and admiration for her mother, it is sad too, as it highlights how Duffy will never completely know the person who her mother was before she was born ('Even then I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello'). This subtle technique of nostalgia conjures sad and wistful feelings which inspired me to successfully use the past and present tenses to create similar feelings when describing the story of a young girl who grew up not properly knowing her father ('From each and every moment that we missed') and the destructive nature of their back-and-forth relationship ('You helped make my happiest of memories, But destroyed all hope of another'). Although the poem is inspired by my relationship to my father I use direct speech and anonymity to allow the reader to relate it to their own feelings and

“Sure,” I said just thinking about my old dog and how I would ride on her when I was really young and weighed less than her. Her name was Samantha, Sam. I loved her more than anything even more than my parents. When we had to put her down I was heart broken. I would never feel the way I felt with her ever again. Even just thinking of her makes me sad now, until I saw her. I stepped out of my car thinking about Sam. “Ashley, do you ever think of Sam,” I said without getting teary eyed.

     We live our lives waiting for who we think is the perfect person, but in reality that never happens. When we hear the word relationship, we think of a man and a woman. Being in a relationship is more than just being intimate. There are different kinds of relationship such as husbands and wives, parent and child, or just friend to friend. Some people say it takes two people to make a relationship fail. When two people meet, they usually know from the begining if they want to be with that person or if they want to pursue a relationship.

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.