The Break That Teaches :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Break That Teaches So, does this mean that we are finished now? I figure so. In three terrifying words that I dreaded hearing, everything was finished. Nine months of my life melted away from me and seemed to become meaningless as my female child broke up with me, and I had no idea how I would cope with it. I had been released from relationships before by other girls, but this time was unlike any other. Sarah and I had a special bond. I had taken this relationship for granted, and the event that took place in our churchs office was one of the biggest lessons of my life. The day began at a very quick pace. I was working at my college in the morning, and knew that I was sledding to be in a hurry in order to make it on time to my friends wedding. My girlfriend was invited to attend the wedding with me, but I doubted that she would come. We were having problems at the time, which created some awkwardness between us. In fact, almost a week earlier, I thought that we were going to break up, but much to my plea veritable, we had lasted another six days. I was inconceivably surprised when I saw her speeding into our driveway in her flashy cherry-red Sunbird convertible. When I came downstairs and met her in the kitchen, I was intimidated. She looked astonishing in her white dress, but the frown on her face expressed frustration, tiredness, and anger. I was not sure at all what to expect during the wedding and for the rest of the day. The short drive in my car to the wedding was awkward. I attempted conversation. So, how was the party last dark? I asked, simply so I could hear more than the tires of the car against the hot asphalt. Good, she replied.Were there lots of people there? I wondered.I guess so, she curtly answered. Since there was not much response from Sarah at all, I felt as if I was talking with myself. My mind was wandering everywhere it could at a rapid pace.