Personal Narrative: Breaking Up

Have you ever try to go back to your ex’s house to get your stuff and your ex is dating someone at the time? We live at an apartment area near downtown Nashville and we had two dog at house. The story on how me and my ex girlfriend broke up was that we were arguing to much over the littlest things. We finally said “ We should break up,” we went our own ways until I forgot something at her house and I remember that I still have the keys to her house. My friend that I was close to told me that “Your girl is dating another man Seth,” I was like “What are you talking about man I just broke up with her,” and he said “Your girl has been on social media and she said that ‘now that my boyfriend is out, I got a new boyfriend now’ which means-” I hanged up on him after that. I saw that she was not at home and if she was I would be the loudest person that I would be.

I was finally back at school. Good, sweet school. I cannot believe I am saying this, but I have never missed the packed hallways, smelly lunchroom, and annoying kids so much. I bet that people think I’m crazy for saying this, but in the end, I am safe. Safe from my father. I grew up and as soon as I turned 6, my mom filed for divorce due to my dad’s drinking problems. She won full custody of me, and I have never seen my father since then, until yesterday….

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.

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I could feel my lungs collapsing, taking a shuddering breath of air, I reached for the “help” button. As my vision went black I could hear the comforting voices of the nurses “you’ll be ok son, we won’t let you go, not now its too soon.”

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

As a young boy, my parents decided it was best for the family if they got a divorce. At the time, divorce was not in my vocabulary, meaning I brushed it off as it nothing. It was nothing until shelly, my biological mother, turned it into something. Something that has taught me many values, values that will continue to make me push forward.

When I made the decision to divorce my husband 10 years ago, I thought I had pretty much figured out what my life would be like. Single parent with a great support system. Working full-time as a software sales professional, and faith that moved mountains. I GOT THIS!

As a child, my parents had an emotional divorce. My father was sent to jail when I was only six years old. He was convicted of illegal drugs in his system and he attempted robbery. Since I was only in second grade, I was completely oblivious to what actually happened, all I knew is that I would not have a father for a couple of years. Considering I was so close to my dad, I was devastated.

Divorce isn't something I ever wanted to go through. We were married at a young age, shortly after I graduated LPN school. I worked full time at a local nursing home and he worked as a lineman for the power company in VA so he was only home three days a week. We bought a house in the newest housing subdivision in Summersville. My life felt complete or so I thought.

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

Many people try to become a statistic, whether it is to place in the top of their class or something equally as great. At the age of 29, I became a statistic. I joined 40 to 50 percent of marriages that end in a divorce (Marriage & Divorce, 2017). Just because I became a statistic, it did not mean the label had to define me as a failure. I refused to let the label define me personally; even though I did feel like a failure in many ways. I was determined to find a way to turn this unfortunate event something positive, and that would mold me into a better person. I did. I transitioned into an outgoing and outspoken mother, with impeccable time management skills, and most importantly, I became independent.

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It used to be okay, “She’ll stop it soon she is just stressed out” how dumb I was. “At Least it's over now” I was so naive, to let that woman just beat me and bruise me like that was just… just… like me to let it happen. You probably want to know what i'm talking about, don’t you. Well here it is.

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