What Is My First Heartbreak Essay

I started to believe that I would never find a boyfriend or husband. Every relationship I got into failed because of me. Because I couldn't see myself with that person. I found these flaws about the other person that were not really flaws at all, but excuses to turn my focus back to searching for a different guy. I pushed the guys away and broke their hearts. I thought to myself and to God, "Why can't I just be happy with someone who could see a lasting future with me? Why can't I just love them like they love me?" I couldn't shake the feeling that I was settling and that I couldn't be with someone who didn't take my breath away every time he looked at me, or sweep me off my feet with every kind gesture. I thought it was wrong of me to think that these guys were someone I would be settling for. It is hurtful to them that I would think that, but not wrong.

Heartbreak is something that everyone goes through at least once in their life, if they are lucky. However, us as humans always trying to avoid this conflict at all means possible. Ending a relationship with someone that you have loved with your whole being is one of the most challenging things to accept. While this conflict that I would like to address is not one that personally involved me, I have been affect and defined by it. It all began in 1990, my mother and father met in a bowling alley by the name of Cedar Lanes. It was almost love at first sight, they both came from troubled past and hard previous relationships. They bonded over their passion for music, dancing, bowling and above all else their love for their children. My mother had a son, my brother David, from a previous marriage. Her first marriage was to the man that my brother calls father; it lasted roughly ten years. During this ten years, this man managed to destroy my mother in every possible way. He had physically, emotionally, and mentally abused my mother for the majority of their marriage. While it took her a while to understand her worth, she managed to escape and make a full recovery.

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

He made bad grades; I worked hard to make good grades. He got involved with the bad group of kids;I tried to find the good group of kids. However sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to. In my freshmen year of high school, I met a group of people that, at the time, shared the same beliefs as I do. This new group of people didn’t want to be involved with drugs and alcohol, even though it is so apparent in high school, and they just wanted to have fun. My other two girlfriends, whom I went to middle school with, got involved with them too. I had an amazing freshmen year. We went to a lake near our school and had the time of our lives. We had cookouts and roasted marsh mellows with someone strumming a guitar. I had thought that was only in movies but it was actually happening to me. I loved it and I trusted them so much. They became my group and my best friends. However soon one person went to a party one night with people they knew and got involved with the bad group of kids. When she stopped coming around, I felt relieved but that didn't last too long. After a while, more and more people got into drinking and smoking. At first it was slow and I barely noticed because those things were never done around

I started dating a boy my senior year of high school that was two years younger than me. He had been known to throw parties with his older sister and get drunk almost every weekend, but he was genuine and kind to me, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Throughout our entire relationship he gave up drinking because he knew that I did not approve. However, we got into a fight one night and he decided to go out with his friends to blow off some steam without telling me. That night, he got black out drunk and started drunk texting me about how horrible I was to try to restrict him from living his life and having fun with his friends. I broke up with him the next day because I could not see the relationship continuing on after such hateful words had been exchanged and the differing views we had on what was considered fun.

Losing a loved one is like having the rug swept from under you. We make plans for the day, and do not think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my uncle’s death. I do not think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. It is amazing how we take life for granted. The tragedy never goes away. You just learn how to cope with it and keep moving on.

The loss of a loved one is a very crucial time where an individual can experience depression, somatic symptoms, grief, and sadness. What will be discussed throughout this paper is what the bereavement role is and its duration, as well as the definition of disenfranchised grief and who experiences this type of grief. I will also touch upon the four tasks of mourning and how each bereaved individual must accomplish all four tasks before mourning can be finalized. Lastly, with each of these topics, nursing implications will be outlined on how to care for bereaved individuals and their families.

During the summer, I began dating this beyond wonderful boy a few years older than me, knowing full well that he’d be leaving for college and I’d be leaving to visit family in Boston in less than 3 weeks, and on top of that, I’d probably doom the relationship early due to my need to control everything, cynical outlook and fear of commitment, but I decided I had to go for it because I knew that in order to have a well-rounded life full of different experiences and genuine connections, I had to risk losing control over everything and have to care about someone else more than my own feelings.

When we are young we do not see the bad in people. He did not turn out to be the one for me due to the choices he made. I have always wanted to be a teacher, go to college and become successful women. He kept me from achieving my dreams and was leading me down the wrong path. It took me four years to see the kind of person he truly was, the guy who wanted to hang with friends, drink, do drugs and go nowhere in life. This led to me a decision to stay in the relationship that was bringing me down or end the relationship and make it as far as I am today. I feel I used the code approach in this situation because traditionally children go to grade school, .graduate high school, go to college if they can afford it and become successful. This process has been my dream since I was eight, and I was not going to let one person bring me down. I decided to take him and the bad influence out of my life, start working, get my associates degree, and continue my education at George Mason

     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.

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

My freshmen and sophomore year, I had my first real boyfriend. I was completely and totally in love with this guy, he changed me in ways that I’m proud of and ways that I’m not proud of. I revolved my world around him, which wasn’t a good idea. After almost two years of dating, we broke up and it literally shattered my world. During our relationship I became friends with his friends and I even considered one of them my best friends, so when we broke up I didn’t only loose him, I lost all of them as well. It felt so awful to all of a sudden have everything, and then just lose everything in a day. A couple of weeks later, I found out that my best friend was actually dating my ex boyfriend. I couldn’t believe that a person could betray someone like that, especially after everything that she and I went through together. I’m not proud of the events that happened after all of this, and I’m not proud of how I let them change me. The one thing that saved me was my family; they saved me in ways I can’t even explain. They gave me hope and a new life for me that I am extremely grateful for. I’ve learned to be wiser when it comes to picking friends, and choosing who to put my trust in. I also became a stronger person, I don’t let people walk all over me or I don’t let people control my life anymore.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

Most of the time when you think about heartbreak, you think about a boy and a girl who were madly in love and then one day something tragic happens, and they have a catastrophic breakup. My first heartbreak was nowhere near that. My first heartbreak was a feeling that makes the pit of your stomach feel like it just fell through your body and sends a cold chill into the center of your soul. Although heartbreaks can evoke pain and suffering for a while, sometimes everything does work out for you, and it will all be worth it.

By Christmas Eve I was seeing a boy, and on New Year’s finally had my first kiss. They were happy for me, but as the month of January rolled by I noticed a change in them. It was hard for them to trust my new hockey playing boyfriend. Aaron was scared he would hit me or hurt me because my boyfriend got very jealous, very easily, and it was mostly about my relationship with Aaron.