My First Heartbreak - Original Writing

I can't really define heartbreak. It comes in so many different forms. From mild to unbearable. But when sitting back and looking at the feeling as a whole, the most important and hopeful aspect of it is that you cannot have heartbreak without love. Losing love drives heart break. My heart aches for the people that once were so close to me but are now so far. Those people that laughed, cried and experienced life with you. My heart aches for how much blood, sweat and tears you can put into a person and you still can't make them love you like they once did. For all those memories, you try to subside but they won't go away and for all the memories you try to make them remember and miss but they won't. My

I realized that my parents will forever and always love me, and wouldn’t just leave me like they had always teased about. I now understood their constant worry and repetition of concerns, because the things they would confront me about could happen, especially with my tendency to get distracted. Most importantly, I saw for the first time in my life, the major effect that parents have on their child’s life. Without their knowledge and care, my situation in Chicago could have turned out way differently, and for that, I will be forever grateful for my mom and dad and for everything they do for

The date was October 1st, 2012. Rain poured down in addition to the heavy wind on this dreary Monday morning, and I had awoken rather later than usual. Finding it perplexing that my mom did not awake me for school as she so ordinarily did, I disregarded it and went on with daily my wakeup routine. As I hurried into my living room fifteen minutes later, the expressionless look on my mother’s face told me that from here on out, my life was going to be changed forever.

Heartbreak can physically and emotionally hurt someone. “I believe 100 percent that a broken heart and emotional pain can negatively affect physical health,” says Courtney Nesbitt, L.C.S.W. Research has shown that when someone has been through a breakup they have similar brain activity as when they are shown a picture of a loved one. Researchers concluded that rejection, emotional and physical pain are all processed in the same places of the brain. “When both the parasympathetic system (part of the nervous system) and the sympathetic nervous system are both turned on, you can experience chest pains and discomfort,” says Meghan Laslocky.

A heartbreak was probably one of the worst things that happened to me as a teen. Although many people say “There are plenty of fish in the sea” I didn’t want to hear that my mind was focused on one boy it was like he was the only boy on earth and all the other boys didn’t exist. I was completely dumb for him. He was my first priority. I felt as if nothing else really mattered. I would have probably jumped off a bridge if he would have asked me to. My focus was not on important things such as high school, work, preparing myself for college, and family & friends. I would have never imagined I would be the one to go through all of this.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

On Monday, November 9th, this is what I had read on the news, after my mom had pulled me out of class, following a tense and frantic phone call. She hadn’t given me any specific details, only that there had been an accident, to go home, and to call our closest living relatives. She also mentioned that she and my brother were heading to the hospital, and that I was to call her back once I’d done what she’d asked. When I asked her again what had happened, all she said was, “there was an accident”, and hung up the phone. The next few minutes I’d spent trying to decipher the vagueness of her response, and then the thought hit me. Dad. She hadn’t mentioned dad. Not even once. But why? My mind began to surge with irrepressible thoughts. What would we do on our own? Without him. How could we support ourselves? Mom would have to get a job now. I guessed that I would too. Yet, I didn’t know the first thing about supporting a

After a year, both of my parents moved on. My dad found a girl, that mind you, he has been with her for 7 years and having a new parent figure isn’t always the greatest. My mom found a guy, and today I couldn’t thank her enough for doing something right for once, but that can only last awhile. At this time I was 10, my little brother was 7, and my older brother was 12, so we all started understanding what was actually going on. One night I was watching my little brother at my mom’s house while Tanner was with my dad. We were cleaning our messy rooms like good kids, and playing with the dog outside when we got a call that our dad was being rushed to the hospital in New Hampton for getting hit in the jaw with a chain, and our mom was being taken to the ER in Cresco for collapsing at work with a seizure. About an hour later our aunt came to pick us up and told us what was actually going on.

It was a cool Sunday in the summer month of August. My brother was getting his senior pictures taken. My family and I were all laughing and having a great time together. Later in the day I had dance choreography and my dad and brothers went on a four wheeler ride with their friends down in the creek near our house. Usually after dance choreography, my mom comes to take videos and pictures of our dance, but our session ended and she wasn't there. That's when I began to sense something was wrong as the normal became abnormal. My friend’s mom told me she was picking me up because my dad had been in a four wheeling accident and was flown to the hospital in St. Louis. Immediately, I began to cry, but my caring dance teacher and loving friends comforted me as I left for the St. Louis hospital with my friend and her mom. The whole ride there I was in tears as I didn't know how badly my dad was hurt and if he was going to be all right. Even though my friend’s mom assured me that my dad would be fine, I could only think of the worst possibilities.

It was a cool Sunday morning in the summer month of August. My brother was getting his senior pictures taken. My family and I were all laughing and having a great time together. Later in the day, I went to dance choreography while my dad and brothers went on a four wheeler ride with their friends down in the muddy and rugged creek near our house. Usually after dance choreography, my mom comes to take videos and pictures of our dance, but our session ended and she was not there. That is when I began to sense something was wrong as the normal became abnormal. My friend’s mom told me she was picking me up because my dad had been in an accident and was flown to the hospital in St. Louis. Immediately, I began to cry, but my caring dance teacher and loving friends comforted me as I left for the St. Louis hospital with my friend

I had to grow up on September 15, 2004, shortly after I turned five. My parents split when I was very young, and all I’ve ever remembered about it was spending weekdays with Mom and weekends with Dad. My mother was very kind, the type of person who brought cinnamon rolls to work on Fridays and hatched butterflies with her daughter in her free time. My father was quite the opposite. He drank, yelled, and got in fights. I spent most of those weekends in the basement playing with my bouncy ball and Lite Bright while the adults upstairs played cards loudly. One night, my father got into an altercation with a high school boy while driving home from a bar. The high schooler cut him off, angering my dad so much that he followed the boy home and

He was my first love. His high cheekbones and dark complexion accentuated his piercing blue eyes, resembling the stars reflecting on the Adriatic Sea. They radiated the compassion, kindness, and gentleness he was teeming with. His hands were dry and rough, revealing the years of strenuous work he endured, nevertheless they were my asylum, the one and only place I felt at home. I was lucky enough to call this man Dedo, which, in Serbo-Croatian, means Grandpa.

As a child I remembered my dog cookie, living far from any neighbors, cookie was my best friend. On every adventure she was right by my side. A pets love is a special thing to a child, most of my best memories involve her. I still remember picking her out from the pound, the worker referred to her as “the mutt”. To me that said it all, mutt sounded cool and really tough. So of course to really prove how tough she was, she was named after a dessert treat. I can recall all the times we swam in the bayou, snuck out of chores to play, and shared snacks in the yard. I also remember the day that cookie was tired, and hurting and how we had to go say our goodbyes to her so she can feel better. After ten years passed I can still remember almost

“You can go now April,” called out Dad. I put down my basket and went in the direction of the backdoor of the little old house my parents and I lived in.

I stood outside, patiently waiting for the activity bus to arrive. My body was exhausted from doing volleyball drills, I just wanted to go home and rest. That is when I heard a familiar voice coming from the parking lot, it was my mother. We lived 45 minutes from town and I knew something was wrong for her to make the trip in to pick me up. As I walked over my gut wrenched into a ball. The possibilities of things she could say ran threw my mind and sent my world spinning. The solemn look on her face grew clearer as I started walking closer, my mother 's lips moved but the words didn 't register at first, then the message finally got through, parents were getting a divorce. The drive to my grandma house was only 20 minutes from my school, but it literally felt like a lifetime. The car was packed full of clothes and other valuables, My brother and i sat squished in the back, quiet as my mother made phone calls. We had nothing more than the clothes that surrounded us and my mothers single paycheck. This is the day that changed my life, and would play a big role in the person I would become.