A few years ago, I was in a relationship with a guy named Kyle. He was a few years older than me which was different because it was my first relationship where the guy was noticeably older. We were together for about six months, from March to August. The crisis I will be discussing will be when I found out that he stole my credit card and almost sent me to court for a parking ticket. I will try to make the explanation as brief as I can without missing any key details. I was in the “Normal Stage” for the majority of the relationship. Kyle was a good talker; he knew what to say to get himself out of tough situations. From March to June he quickly became a huge part of my life. Since we got together at the end of my first year of College, I had …show more content…
I also worked at a clothing store, but it was my second job, so I didn’t get many hours there either. I would estimate that I spent at least five days a week with Kyle. We got to know each other quickly because we spent so much time together. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he would make subtle comments about my friends. He would essentially make me pick between them because he didn’t want me to go anywhere without him (unless I was at home or work). One day while I was at work I let Kyle borrow my truck because he had to go downtown to drop something off. When he came to pick me up, he showed me that he got a parking ticket. It was only 20.00, so we drove to City Hall. I just dropped him off because finding parking in Downtown Red Deer is difficult. I drove around the block a few times until I saw him outside where I picked him up again. I thought everything was dealt …show more content…
What took me off guard was that he said that when he gets married, he doesn’t want his wife to work because he wants her to stay home and raise the kids. He also said that he wanted to be married and have kids within the next year of his life. This took me way off guard because I clearly was not ready for any of that. We went back to my house, and my Mom wanted to go over my banking. We had a normal argument about that because I was nineteen and she didn’t need to look at my bank account every month. During the argument my credit card was brought up. I had one, but it wasn’t activated, and I didn’t know why my Mom let me get one if I wasn’t going to activate it. After the argument, Kyle showed me how to activate my card. About a month later in July, two of my closest friends form work wanted to go to Banff to camp and go white water rafting. I agreed to go, and since my two friends were bringing their significant others, I invited Kyle. A couple of weeks went by where my friends and I planned the trip and booked a campsite. One morning I logged into my banking account to check how much I got paid and I noticed that there was a thousand dollars taken off my credit card. I then checked my wallet and saw that it wasn’t in it. I moved into the “Intensification Stage” because I have never used my credit card on anything. The first thing I thought
We instantly started talking about the film we wanted to see and proceeded to get our tickets together. After the movie, he politely asked if it was okay for him to hold my hand and I let him. We walked around the whole mall hand-in-hand talking about the movie we just watched. Then we went outside for a full-blown make out session in a secluded spot. The only reason we stopped was because security told us to leave the premises, we could have easily been there all night. My mom had dropped me off at the mall that night and so he offered to give me a ride home. Right before dropping me off he asked for me to be his girlfriend. And then he shared he was already falling deeply in love with me. I was so shocked by how fast it all happened and it all seemed like a dream to me. I agreed to be his girlfriend, but told him a benevolent lie when I also agreed that I was also falling in love with him already because I did not want to hurt his feelings (Alder, pg 97). Our first date was intriguing because it first felt like we were barely initiating our relationship, then experimenting, then straight to intensifying, all the way to integrating the relationship by the end of the night.
I tossed my bow in the bed of the truck and took off and headed to the elk farm. Me and kevin were talking about fishing next summer and how we were going to go every other week. We really got to talking about bowhunting a lot to next year. It was making me smile when i heard that he was going to take me with him anywhere when he can.The next thing i knew was we were at the elk farm ready to kill some deer.
The man was honest, attentive, and expressive with me. I did not trust him and spent most of our initial interactions pushing him away. I was suspicious of him so I put him through random tests where I would try to catch him being deceptive or manipulative. When I failed to prove his dishonesty, I began to ask him to do things for me, even when it was unnecessary, to gauge his level of consideration and feelings for me. Occasionally, I would purposely degrade or disrespect him to see if he could handle the worst of my tempestuous nature. When he passed my assessments, I finally began to open up to
that he got my mom pregnant and I was on the way. He couldn’t get a job after he
Erikson’s theories have something we can all relate to as it covers a vast area of the development of our life stages. There is no such thing as a typical person or a typical life, but we can all relate to some of Erikson’s life stages theory. We have all gone through our own developmental milestones. Events such as a graduation, marriage, having children, the death of a parent have, or will be a part of our lives. Whether these events are positive or negative, and how we deal with these events will determine our future (Diessner, 2008).
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
The scientific experiment is about a man named Harold Franklin Benson who’s a computer scientist and was part of a sever car accident effecting his brain. Furthermore, he has been into some trouble harming people, but letting of with a warning. Also he gets blackouts and weird smell during his fazes. Additionally Benson has been going crazy saying that machines are going to take control of the world and fears it, but I think he’s onto something but that’s just me. Through time this man suffered through three stages after the accident and occurred during the abusiveness of the people. The three stages which are: psychomotor epilepsy (Stage 1), drug resistant psychomotor epilepsy (Stage 2), but he is still undergoing stage 3, as you can see the
I met him at the Hawthorne high-school’s orientation. October 3, 2012, was the official date and months of being with him, for the first time ever he made me feel something I’ve never felt before. He was the first guy I ever came to love. I can go on about this, but I’m not going into detail about what happened those years. Let’s just wrap up that story to the simple truth, he left me. I had invested all my time and attention towards him, that I began to care less about school. I was never expecting it, or maybe I was. It hurt. Looking at him hurt. I remember coming home and crying my heart out. I was devastated. It was something I’ve never wanted to experience. I sobbed and sobbed that night, and gripped onto my pillow and shouted into them, hiding the cries. I felt empty when I awoke the next day. My eyes were swollen, and I felt an empty void. I felt dead. We didn’t speak to each other after that. Months passed, and I was keeping myself occupied with work and friends, I finally was learning how to move on, on my own. I finally came to find my happiness through realization. They say somethings happen for a reason. It’s either a
One day a few kids were walking down the road so I thought it would be cool if I told him to jump into a river, I even knew that he could swim, so he did. When he started to drown I realized that he could die so I jumped in and got him out. He forgot that I told him to do it and was thanking me for saving him.
Initial contact came the moment he caught my eye during cross-country. I perceived immediate attraction and my friends began referring to him as Paige’s crush. Similarity of interests connected us and provided opportunities for interactional contact through high school soccer. The relationship developed from afar as we watched and learned about each other through the proximity of our neighborhoods, living only a mile apart. Exhilarating, heart-pumping rushes of emotion overwhelmed me each time John called. Showing Interest, John pursued me and wanted to spend time together. Our personalities meshed. Uncontrollable Duchenne smiles took over when I saw or thought about him. Team dinners required no need to speak because our nonverbal communication and eye contact said it all, demonstrated by winks and silly faces. By the end of the summer we were bound and officially dating.
A lot of conflicts came about in the two years we dated. He would not take up for me if someone was making rude comments when we were together, he would sit silently and not try to protect my feelings. One conflict in particular was parents being too involved in the
We did just about everything together. Then finally, after all the years of questioning their relationship, it finally hit me, opposites attract. Chris grew up in a stable home with a mother, a father, a sister, and an older brother. He learned how to live life very differently than anyone I’ve ever met because he had to learn how to provide and survive on his own. Even though he had both a mother and a father living with him, they still did not have enough money to provide everything for him immediately after his birth.
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away. Before I left his house I asked him if he had wanted a ride to graduation, due to the fact he was in a car accident four days prior and the only vehicle he had at the moment was his motorcycle. He responded with a polite, "Nah." That's when I knew he wanted to take his bike.