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Personal Narrative: The Five Stages Of Grief

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I laid in my bed, thinking over the past couple of hours. It had been rough. Earlier that night, when he first walked in, I knew something was wrong. She waited nervously outside the door for him to answer. She wasn’t sure if she should try to seem normal, or give it away that something was going on. As soon as he answered the door, she could tell he sensed it anyways. He sat me down on the couch and broke the news. He had found someone else. I am ashamed to admit I cried. I hate showing emotion in front of other people. When she told him she no longer loved him and needed to move on, he sat in silence for a few moments. She almost rolled her eyes when he started crying. She hated when other people showed emotion in front of her. I kept trying to search for a hidden meaning in his words. Did he have cancer? Was he attempting to white fang me? Was there a possibility that he still loved me? …show more content…

Denial was first. He wanted to believe that she still loved him, but she was trying to protect him from something. He had to explain in excruciating detail that he had met a girl at a grocery store, and he preferred her over me. I know he hadn’t done it on purpose, but every word was like a dagger to my heart. Eventually, I had to leave the room for a few minutes. He made her spell it out for him. She valued other things, like her career, over their relationship. She could no longer stay with a guy who wasn’t helping her get anywhere. When he went into the bathroom, she sighed in relief. I don’t get attached to people easily, so when I do, it hurts even more when I lose

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