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
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.
"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.
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….
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Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would
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.”
Get me out of here. I know something is about to happen, I feel it in my gut. It's a setup for failure, really. A party at an estranged house on the edge of the city full of nothing but intoxicated and incapacitated teens. Something is bound to go down. I started to think of ways to get out without just bluntly saying it.
It was 2 am on Friday April 14th, I awoke because I felt like I was using the bathroom on myself so I waddled out of bed and to the bathroom as I stood in front of the bathroom door I could feel something trickling down my legs and I screamed for my fiance to wake up I thought this was it my water finally broke. We were 38 weeks and five days it definitely was not too early to deliver bubs because I was already 1.5cm dilated. "Did you just pee on yourself? Wait, that's water! Did your water just break!? Let's wait to see if more comes out, the doctor says it has to keep coming out so let's give it some time" My fiance was much more calm and level headed about it whereas I was anxious and scared.
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.
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.
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.
Guys help I'm trapped down here. let's go back two days ago, so Guys what are you wearing for Halloween.max I wanna be a ninja. jack I
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Throughout my life i’ve experienced many things I didn’t agree with. Many things that have tested me and many things that have changed me. I’ve had to learn to accept people. I’ve had to learn that people will be different from me. One of my biggest challenges is my mom. She’s very different from me. Her and I don’t see eye to eye. She has influenced me to be different from her and she gave me the experiences to understand how to accept her and other people.
This paper comes at an incredibly fortuitous time because it is a time of reflection due to self growth and unfortunate events. At this point, I am starting up a newer journey because I am starting to realize that I may have misspent my time and energy focusing upon the wrong problem. In retrospect I have come to realize that I was working at learning how to forgive my boyfriend for inflicting vast emotional wounds upon me during the course of our five year relationship. Even though, my relationship has transformed into a significantly healthier one, it is continuously evolving into a healthier one. Although it is much better, I cannot help but wonder what I am doing and why I am hear. Up until recently I was sound in my resolution that I