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.
"We had just gotten into a fight, but it was foolish. I was trying to make it up to him by making his portraits of our love story in pastel... Funny, now he'll eventually gain some notoriety. Excuse me... I have to go."
"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..."
“Michael is the only one who has stuck by me, even after the 8 years of not being in contact. I love him dearly.”
“I said the three things that you told me to say to myself. And I used the feeling that you told me to attach to it. And then I just quieted my mind and just waited there.”
“Just don’t lay it all at my feet. It’s between me and him-that’s all I have to say.”
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."
‘We both have new directions to follow. We are both on different paths. It would be best for both of us to go our separate ways now.’
...ricter with you when it came to him if things would be different. The one thing I didn’t want to do was to be so stubborn about your relationship with him that I would push you toward him more. I think by talking openly with you about him and letting you know how I felt but leaving it up to you was the best way to handle it.”
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.
After dating for about a month on June 30th, 2016 we officially became a couple. It was also the day I met his friends at Framingham Beer Works. Even though I was nervous, as the night went by I felt welcomed and enjoyed spending time with him and his friends.
She was always a good friend to me and she knew how he was. Honestly it was getting dangerous. I can recall a time when he got physical with me because of a disagreement. He had a lot of rage in him. Honestly he was just a mean and miserable
"I regret putting so much time and emotion into one person, when that one person should have been me."
“Can’t we order food? I’m tired of leftovers and pizza, we’ve been eating it for the past month” Jason Complained.
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.
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.