The Experience Of Love: The Last Memories Of My Parents

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At a young age, I was exposed to my parents very unhealthy relationship, giving me the curiosity as to what love really is. As I inched closer and closer to my teenage years, I fantasized about like my relationships would look like. Having my first boyfriend at the age of twelve, I felt like I understood more than then all of the other kids my age, but of course, I was wrong. A couple years later I found a boy who made me feel like together we could take on the whole world. We saw each other every day and told each other everything it was greater than I had ever dreamed. Little did I know, I ended up in a relationship more violent and emotionally painful than the one my parents had. This experience changed my whole life severely affecting the path and road I would take in school, with my friendships, and entire outlook on my future. …show more content…

My parents didn 't always seem to have this loving and kind connection with each other. The last memory I have of my parents happy and together was on my third birthday. They woke me up in my big girl bed with my puffy pink comforter, my mom was wearing her green silk pajamas and my dad was wearing his plaid flannel pants and it may have been the last memory of them that actually had a warmth to it. When I turned four we moved into this cute house. Going to my new school was great, but the relationship between my parents only seemed to get worse and worse. Eventually before the end of first grade my parents had split. From then on I watched as my parents date a man after man, woman after woman neither of them ever really finding somebody to call their own. Seeing my mom live alone made it a goal of mine to have something different than what she has. Ever since I was little I told myself that I need to find my prince, the love of my life, someone who honestly cares for me, not the way my parents did for each

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