Narrative Essay About Love

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What is to love you? Is it just a four letter word? An idea or concept? Well I can 't give you an answer to the questions but I can tell you what love meant and now means to me. Love once meant to me the feeling of pain, being brought to cloud nine to just get thrown down to the ground. I didn’t know what love was, it was just taught to me through abuse both verbal and physical. I was trapped, and I was lost to what it meant. Love to me was just a meaningless word. It didn’t mean anything to me, I thought it was just a justified way to hurt someone.
My second grade year I remember making my first “C”, I was proud of it. I was proud of making that grade not because I wanted to, but because I actually tried and I pushed myself. I remember walking …show more content…

Do you understand!?”, after his last words he threw me against the baby blue wall that had just witnessed an account of abuse. My body clashed against the wall and I remember my mom knocking on my door yelling,”Ken that e-FUCKING-nough!”. On the floor crying, eyes bloodshot, and nose running all I could think about was him saying he loved me and remembering him say that you don’t hurt someone you love. I was shocked and confused all at the say time. I remember thinking is this what love is? Did he tell me this to make what he did wrong right? I kept thinking is this what love …show more content…

They plagued me up until I was around the age of 10. Every week, he’d beat me for no reason. Battered and abused was how I felt. Being thrown around like a ragged doll, then to be told I love you as if I was something so special and dear. It didn’t seem to register to me, but in my mind it connected. This was something that needed to be stopped. After every cruel thing he could do or say he’d always end with “I love you”. It haunted me. It skewed the meaning of love for me. I didn’t know what love was, all I knew was that it hurt me. And I was tired of it. It had gotten to a point to where I resorted to legal authorities and therapy to help the actually situation as wells as my perception of love. I remember going to therapy and just talking about everything that hurt me and every contributing thing that was affecting me. Therapy didn’t cure the misperception or undo the pain, but it did aid in the healing process that would prove to be a

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