It all started near the end of November of last year. I moved to Harrisonburg , Virginia with my recent boyfriend everything was fine so I thought. Love makes you do a lot of crazy things during that time I was happy with my life and with him and then things changed in a blink of an eye. One day we were on the top of the world, then the next his fist was coming towards my face. I thought that was love so I stayed through the hurt, pain, depression, I just wanted him to love me like I loved him. Before I met my recent boyfriend Jacob I had just gotten out of a 2 year relationship, with the person I thought was the love of my life. It 's so true when people say you will be a fool for love. Dealing with my depression from my current relationship was hard and Jacob understood me and helped me get through it. The first couple of months Jacob and I spent together was like a fairy tale. He moved me out of my loft apartment which was located in Richmond, VA to a big 3 bedroom house with the biggest yard I ever seen in Harrisonburg, VA. The view of the mountains was breathe taking I thought everything was just getting better. We had our first Christmas together and New Years he spoiled me rotten. I guess he was buttering me up for him to show me his true colors. On …show more content…
I went back to bed and cried my eyes out I was going through the same thing like my last relationship. I didn’t want to get too depressed because I was carrying a precious gift. The next morning I got up and cooked breakfast , showered and waited for Jacob to get up so we could discuss the night before. He told me I had nothing to worry about he was with his friends for drinks. I felt like he was lying, but I didn’t say anything just let it slide cause I again didn’t want to argue. The day went on and slept most of the day, Jacob went out to grab some things from the store, but when he came back he was being aggressive with
In Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the characters Hermia and Lysander are faces with a difficult situation when they want to be married and are forbidden to by Hermia’s father, who instead wishes her to be married to another young man, Demetrius. Hermia and Lysander forced to plead her case to both her father and the duke of Athens, Theseus. But Theseus’ only words to Hermia are those that tell her she should be obedient to her father. Her pleas are essentially ignored. While it is unfortunate that her thoughts should not be given a second thought,
When I was a freshman in high school I found my first love. My first love and I were in an off- again/on-again relationship for nearly four years. I was so overwhelmed with the attention and so-called love that I did not understand that my honesty and vulnerability was going to be taken advantage of significantly. He would be extremely loving one day and then the next he would be condescending and negative. When I would open up and tell him how I was feeling or why I was upset he would dismiss my feelings or make me feel insecure for even speaking my mind. It took me nearly four years to realize that I should not be defined as someone who should not express what I was feeling just because of an unhealthy relationship. My vulnerability took a tremendous blow and was almost non-existent by the time I was going into my senior year because I was filled with so much shame and hurt. My friendships and perspective relationships began to disintegrate because I fell into the myth of believing that vulnerability could be overcome alone. Over the span of a few months I began to open up again and I ended up finding my second love. We had the most perfect relationship at the very beginning so I began exposing my vulnerability, later I found that this was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. Similar to my ex, he began taking advantage of my vulnerability and used it against me to belittle
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.
The strange thing is, that almost nobody knows what love is. A philosophy of life? Love is Happiness according to me, and everything that is included in happiness. Sometimes I really do impress myself with my ability be amazed by life...It seems like some things have never happened to me or I am an alien from some other distant planet. “Human beings” surprise me, make me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. That Saturday morning, my “alien being” went out the house in desperate search of deserted paths, beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the sounds of the sleepy city and something that would make me smile. Autumn was already in the air and I was thinking about how cruel was the world and how impossible was to be happy in it. It is not that I was broken hearted by I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the blue sky and set at a bench. I was sitting there and thinking about how I want to be another person.
Take a breath and open your mind, if I asked you “what does love mean to you?”, What comes to your mind? Well, there are multiple forms of love, and ways people perceive it. Many people learn love through how they are taught, how society sees love and, the definition of love. To me love is more than just a four letter word that is overused and vaguely understood.
The results are in and it doesn’t look good. An estimated eighty-five percent of relationships fail within the first year, with many of them not even making it six months. Finding love has turned into reality episodes of fast relationships and serial dating; leaving broken hearts, shattered dreams, and bitter feelings in its wake.
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
My boyfriend and I were so happy; we were such a “perfect couple.” He was truly a great guy, and I ,a well rounded character. I thought I knew him but fate would prove me wrong. He once told me that we would make it through anything, but I knew this was different he had dreams, and so much potential, this would surely detour him from his goals in life. My partner knew as well as I did that me getting pregnant was an accident but in the end he did not hesitate walking out on me, and there my chaos began.
As a child, I spent a great deal of time at the beach, imitating the seagulls as they darted back and forth along the sand, trying to dodge the incoming water. With each passing summer, I spent less time imitating the birds and more time enticed by the force and power of the ocean. I was hypnotized by the waves as they broke along the shore, settled in a foamy-form, and rolled back out to sea. It was not long before I found pleasure in running into the water and allowing the waves to crash over me, pummeling me to the floor. Often times, I would come up gasping for air, causing my mother to have minor heart attacks while she observed from the shore. Adrenaline filled me each time I was knocked over. There was something invigorating about not
I came from a good home, my parents were still together and lived in a good neighborhood. Then I met Casey. I loved him and my parents couldn’t get enough of him. He was amazing we dated all the way through high school then college came and we couldn’t of been stronger. But something happened and sparked something horrid. Than all the sudden I was in a very harsh relationship, abusive, emotionally and physically. It all started one day when he saw me out talking with one of my best guy friends. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was actually about to take his one year old because he had work and needed someone to watch his baby. But when I told Casey that he didn’t believe me. He went crazy with jealousy and just snapped. I was afraid and that day was the start of the abuse. The next day I packed up all mine and Carson, my baby’s things and tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. Everything went rapidly downhill from there. I was terrified to wake up each morning just because I knew that each day I would be hurt even more. Now I don’t even say he’s mine anymore, my love from him has faded. But the strange thing about the abuse is that he apologized and brought me flowers and gifts after he hit me. At first I forgave him, bec...
There is a powerful feeling in the world that can change a person's way of life and thinking as well as the culture of society. This feeling is love and it is part of what makes life worth living and in the end livable. People tend to find the feeling of love to be either beautiful, painful, or disdainful, but for the most part unexplainable. Meanwhile, some might say that it is just a chemical reaction in the brain that happens to increase the chances of reproduction. Ultimately, love comes in many different forms and each form gives its own meaning to love and worth to human life.
I disagree and would argue that being in love and loving someone has two very different meanings. The word love is used too loosely. Loving someone and being in love with someone are two very different things. Although I am not a love master, being only 19 years old and in two serious relationships in my life, I have come to realize being in love is something special. I believe when you are in love it’s not a choice, that person is picked for you. You are addicted to them, you want all your friends and family to love them as much as you do, you are there when they succeed and there when they fail, you miss them every minute you are apart and you unconditionally love them, even when times get hard.
“Love is universally accepted by many people and the concept of love within the English language refers to a variety of different approaches, states and attitudes, ranging from pleasure to interpersonal attraction.” (Kendrick 123) My characterization of love encourages the intimate emotion I partake for my family. The distinct connection that we fashioned and the invaluable moments that we consolidated. In the perceptive of a mother, my children are my supremacy and the greatest blessing of my lifecycle. They’re my inspiration and motivation to continue progressing and becoming the best at what I do. With that in mind, Love relics your outlooks and approaches the linkage they become associated with. Consequently, this condition can fluctuate over a period of a specific time. Additionally, depending on your situation, your perspective on love can be an altering affect, creating a stable or inconsistent assessment. Furthermore, causing your love to intensify, decline, or even cease. Love in its essence, stands justly powerful and the beauty of it advances,
There is many types of love, but the one that we all feel the most is the one we have for our close ones, pets, and even objects. That feeling is love. Love can be felt in a variety of ways; it may take your life, or it can just be a little crush. It is different for everyone. There is people who fall in and out of love on a daily basis, and there are those who look for love for an eternity. Love is not just for us people, it is for everyone and everything around us. We love anything we want to, but it is a way of expressing it where we show who we are.
Love is a weird feeling. It’s been said that love has nothing to do with your heart, it 's all chemical reactions inside of your brain. Infatuation, attraction, crush is such powerful feelings that people do think that they are in love. Also, it is blind to the other person’s weaknesses and exaggerates his or her strengths. Similarly, infatuation often fades within a short time. However, true love is so real and so strong, strong enough that if it came down to it you would even die for your partner. Love as much more than a feeling. It is based on a well-rounded knowledge of a person’s strengths and weaknesses. Not so in the case of China and Jeremy, in T. Coraghessan Boyle “The Love of my Life.” Before we talk about them