What are Friends for ?
"Oh god What has happened to you" she asked.
" He slapped me"
"What do you mean he slapped you, what happened" again she asks.
"I told him that our relationship wasn't going anywhere and I thought it was best for us to go our separate ways"
"Is this the first time this has happened to you" another question she asks.
"You know I never keep anything from you but this is the one thing I thought I could sort out my self"
I told her all the aspects of my relationship and she could not believe what she was hearing, my abuse has been going on for months now and I didn't think I could tell anyone until now. We had been friends for many years, our parents were friends before we were. We were like sisters, we spent the night in each others houses, we went to the same grade school, the same high school, we shared clothes and sometimes boyfriends. I wouldn't recommend this boyfriend though, a person that is so controlling and demanding of you, and if you do what he wants or asks he beats your brains. I remember the first time I told her about him she sat their and asked me so many questions that it was hard for me to get all the information out to her.
We met each other for lunch as we always did on Thursday afternoons, went to this little restaurant on the west side called "The Shark Bar" where we sat always in the corner both by the exit just in case we saw someone we didn't want to see and we could get up and go. Michelle and I would sit and talk for hours. We would talk about anything that popped into our busy little minds. She was my best friend and their was nothing that we kept from one another, from our dirty little secrets to the sex we had, had the night before. There was nothing that I would not do for her and vice versa.
"Hi sweety, how is your day going?"
"It can be much better", she told me.
"What are we going to eat this week? We have been here so much, I think they should put our names on the menu."
She chuckled and gave me a big smile, "That is so silly, you know even through a rough day you always tend to make me laugh.
"I... found out all about you like I know your parents and sister are gone somewheres and I know where and how long they’re going to be gone, and I know who you were with last night..."
“Stop, we need this food to pass by the week. You can’t be eating everything up like this.”
Personally Saturday nights are my favorite, and I followed the same routine every weekend. So why would this weekend be any different? My room felt cozy as I looked up time to time to see my twinkling Christmas lights I leave up all year. I loved how the sweet scent of vanilla filled up the plain air of my bedroom. Wearing my biggest sweatshirt that dangled at my fingertips, I sat on my bed leaning comfortably on my pillows. Every now and then, the sound of a notification would break the sound of silence. This is how I preferred my Saturday nights to be.
Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes, that captures what living with my father feels like," or "Yes, that’s what being cut from the football team felt like."
“She asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. “
It was a cold October afternoon in 1996, and I raced down the stairs and out the front door, in an attempt to avoid my mother's questions of where I was going, with whom, and when I'd be back. I saw my friend Kolin pull up in his rusted, broken-down gray van, and the side door opened as Mark jumped out and motioned for me to come. I was just about to get in when my mother called from the front doorway. She wanted to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk to her, so I hopped in pretending I hadn't heard her and told Kolin to drive off.
Our official journey began on August 2, 1997 in Las Vegas. That was our wedding day and my official entry into married life. Tim and I said, ?I do? in Clark County, Nevada. The clerk declared us 'best friends for life' in a ceremony with just the two of us. That declaration was more profound and welcomed than one any priest could have made.
Journal Entry 11: Do I Undermine Ways that I undermine my relationship Jealously Relational Intrusion Refusing to open up or refusing to express feelings/emotions Being fake or dishonest To begin with, when it comes to love with our partner we only want to be seen as the only one in their eyes. Not only do want we want be seen as the only one in their eyes, but we want to have our partner's undivided attention as well as we want to have their complete trust. Trust is the most important element in a relationship, without it there would be no relationship to fight for. What kills most relationships is the lack of trust which creates a degree of jealously.
The point of view is not always clear. The events do not appear in a clear
"I regret putting so much time and emotion into one person, when that one person should have been me."
“Well, we made up. But I would like to retire now, may I ask where it is that I am
When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts.
In the Oxford Dictionary, a challenge is described as, “A task or situation that tests someone's abilities,” (Oxford Dictionary, n.d.) From the insight provided in this course, I have come to realize that challenges do not necessarily test one’s abilities, but can confront the strength of a group dynamic. This being said, tasks can come up in women’s friendships very easily, and the challenge tests the relationship between one another, and how they will handle it. Throughout this course, I have been referring back and forth with my Challenges to Female Friendship Narrative. I found more ways to view the original scenario, and secondary challenges that may have been present. It has allowed me to learn of the challenges I may have been creating
I am sentimental, out-going, indecisive, understanding, curious, naive, lazy, and young. I want to be ... , well a lot of things, and growing is discovering what they are. I feel people cannot see the potential within, although there is no one to blame but myself. I look to others for approval instead of to myself. I aim to please; it leads to approval. I don’t like to discuss my faults; I pity myself.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.