Personal Narrative: My Father And I Break Up

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It was November 11th, 2017 was when not only did my boyfriend and I break up but I lost my best friend. It was one of the hardest things I had to go through. I was lost for the longest time. I didn’t eat, shower, or leave my bed for two weeks. We had been fighting a lot recently. Over the littlest things too. I didn’t think much of it. I guess I just figured that we had been together for so long that no matter what we fought over he wouldn’t leave. Boy was I wrong. We had been together for a year and already living together. I got so used to him being there whenever I needed him. Whether it was to talk about my depression or just to cuddle. He was always there. It was a rough few months in the beginning of the break up. We had a daily and…show more content…
Such as our first date to the zoo, when we first moved in together, when we first met, and when I first met his family. Oh, his family took me in and loved me as one of their own. I never really had a family with mine so the feeling was amazing. I will always love his family as if they were my own and will forever hold them in my heart dearly. I wish I could still talk to them. They were always able to give me life advice or help me with anything that I needed. I think that’s one thing I will forever miss, is the support. I now have no one to help me when I’m lost but that’s okay. I need to learn to survive and live on my own. As much as it hurt to say that, it’s true. I can’t go the rest of my life depending on him or his family. Although it would be nice to at least have someone there, life is never that fair or…show more content…
Now you’re probably like “But Nikki he did you dirty and broke your heart, how are you still supportive towards him?”, well to answer your question no matter how pain he has caused me I cannot hate him forever. What good would that be? I would just be hurting myself. So, it’s time to let go of the past and move on. It’s 2018. This is the year of growth, maturing, and growing up. Most of the time breakups don’t get closure so I need to be able to heal and mend myself. No one else is going to do it for me. Being miserable and bitter is not the move. So as much as I am still hurting and hating life, I cannot bring myself down and let myself down. I need to rise above all and better myself. Not just for me but my future

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