I’ve been through two breakups in my life. I broke up with a teenage boy who was manically possessed to masturbate at the most inopportune times. My world was not shaken to its core during that break up. But, when my beloved video store, Superior Video, broke up with me, I knew that I would never be the same. I would never love another video store in the same way ever again. Our relationship had been perfect. It began with the standard infatuation stage. My heart would beat a little bit faster and there was a proverbial skip in my step as I rushed to visit Superior Video every Tuesday afternoon. Tuesday’s were our special day. I only needed a two dollars to rent any VHS video in the entire store. Tenderly caressing each VHS tape in its plastic …show more content…
At the time I was unaware that I was in an 'open relationship.' Since I chose to enter into a traditional monogamous marriage when I was 19 years old this open relationship would be my one and only. Technically, I was in a threesome. There was Brad the checkout guy. He would often brush my hand with his after he furiously rubbed the videos I had chosen videos on the decoder apparatus. And then there was Adam, the other guy. Often he would lure me to the science fiction and horror sections and suggest obscure titles; I rented every one of his suggestions. In same way, Adam never left my bedroom. He was responsible for my possession of almost every new release movie poster of the early 2000s. I had become accustomed to being the center of Brad and Adam’s world. After our dates I would blissfully walk home, smiling ear to ear with videos in one hand and a 7-Eleven sewer water slush in the …show more content…
I hugged them both, shamelessly, one after the other, their final day as Movie Experts for Superior Video. They were instrumental in more than just molding my tastes in movies. Both of them formed relationships with me that I still remember to this very day. I loved the face to face chats that turned into arguments, debates and humorous word for word recounts of our favorite scenes. I enjoyed watching them Brad and Adam battle it out for my attention. Our weekly routine gave a young girl who did not belong anywhere, something to look forward to: our Tuesday dates were
Whoosh! A phenomenal wave flew over my head, pulling me down with it. Next to me, to pull me back up was my brother, Matthew. Whoosh! Then came another wave, dragging me down again. My brother pulled me up once more. At that point I could see the haven-like shoreline becoming more distant; however, I was only ten at the time and did not understand why I was being pulled further away from it. I did not realize it at the moment, but a riptide had caught me.
how nice he had been, how sweet it always was, not the way someone like June would suppose
So, we had to approve the apartment and tell her what we wanted fixed. At
On the whole, though, living with Herman was a pleasurable experience. Having said that, there weren’t any books in our flat, so when the Satellite dish stopped working we actually had to talk to each other.
Overcoming an addiction to alcohol can be a long and bumpy road. Many people feel that it is impossible to overcome an alcohol addiction. Many people feel that is it easier to be an addict than to be a recovering addict. However, recovering from alcoholism is possible if one is ready to seek the help and support they need on their road to recovery. Recovery is taking the time to regain one’s normal mind, health and strength. Recovery is process. It takes time to stop the alcohol cravings and pressure to drink. For most, rehab and professional help is needed, while others can stop drinking on their own. Recovery never ends. After rehab, professional help or quitting on your own, many people still need help staying sober. A lot of time, recovering
I am not sure on this one but, I find myself maybe in the Disintegration stage. This stage states that the person be transformed into contended over dis-solvable racial incorruptible problems in many instances anticipated as polar opposites (Farley, 2012). I agree with some of the criteria in this stage. I am not racist. I love all colors and do not see any race that is more superior to the other. When we all leaves this world we will be all place 6ft under buried under ground. I do not care what race my child decides to marry but, longest it is the opposite sex according to the Bible. All men are created equal and every individual has the same opportunity to be successful in life with hard work and dedication. Disagree with Black men being
I had mixed feelings one time when my friend, Gracie’s, twin sister was depressed. Her name is Meghan and she is 15 years old. She was depressed because her mom, Cathy, and her step dad had just split up. Meghan and her step dad were really close, so their breakup was not that easy for her. She had attempted suicide a few times for this reason. I should have said something that could have prevented her from trying to attempt suicide again. I learned that a friend is worth more than a secret.
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I broke a bone.That was the second bone I had ever broken. Breaking a bone is one of the most painful things you will ever experience in life.
Usually, when I’m not doing school work or hanging out with friends, I find myself curiously watching videos discussing technology. While watching a video on the disassembly of a computer, I was inspired to try it myself. Not looking to destroy my mom’s work laptop, I figured I would try to take apart something simple. I remembered I had an old, broken calculator sitting in my room collecting dust. There was no risk in tinkering with it, so I grabbed it, ran to the garage and went straight to work. This seemingly insignificant experiment eventually led to greater aspirations.
The Girl Who Broke Her Arm One day, a girl was at school. She was in grade three. It was a normal day. She was doing normal things like eating and playing. It was lunch.
Sitting in a wooden chair watching my son play as nothing bad is going on. He says, “Dad look.” Pointing towards the sky. One of the most scariest things passed my eyes besides the day I walked out of my house with no money to my families name. The blizzard darker than fresh asphalt coming toward the house. In my head I’m thinking, “What am I going to do, I’m already poor.” I grab some garb and a couple scrapings of food to have just in case the worst happens and tell my son to get in the house. The black blizzard blew over my piece of a house and blew my tractor away. “Son!,” I yelled after it passed over. I didn't hear a response the first time so I yelled again. He says, “Dad, over here to the right,” we got together and went outside to
challenges and my ultimate goal was to transfer to UCLA. Hence, once I got accepted I was the happiest person I could be. My ultimate demise was thinking that grass was greener on the other other side. In other words, I was setting expectation for UCLA that were ultimately false.
My anxiety came a few weeks after my parents divorced, not a great time, if it was up to me, I would prefer to forget about that time and the following couple of years, but I can't. I didn't understand everything, didn't see everything clearly. Being ten years of age and trying to figure out adult words, arguements, it can be quite challenging. Every divorces may cause a trauma to the children, some kids grow up faster, others rebel against everyone and everything. I was in the growing up too fast category. I had to take on responsibilities that weren't mine to take, I had to learn how to be a "mother" before I knew what junior high was all about. I've always told myself, there's always worse than yourself on this planet. Some don't get to sleep in a bed, others can't even find food or fresh water. Complaining about it all didn't seem right, but I was still affected by the consequence of the divorce. A couple months after my mother seperated my father, things turned into a living nightmare, my father isn't the best on the planet, sometimes I wish he wasn't my father, I actually don't even have contacts with him anymore, not that he tries anything or care about me either. My mother's divorce wasn't the cause, but the consequences following the processedure, my father's behavior made me have anxiety, panic attakcs.
Do you believe in happy endings? Once in a person’s lifetime, everyone finds this one perfect person whom they fall hopelessly in love with and live happily ever after. That is a mere fallacy, in the real world, this simply does not happen. Yes, people do have common interests and therefore develop romantic involvement, but it is basic common sense that these relationships have a life span and simply cannot last. There are certain people who aren’t meant to fit into your life in the long-term no matter how much you want them to. Sometimes people come into your life to shake you up, tear apart your ego, flip your perspective, show your obstacles, break your heart and mind open. The cause of a breakup can be due to various reasons such as cheating, falling out of love, quarrelling or the lack of communication.