Maggie Leatherman
College Composition and Research
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December 9, 2016
My First Heartbreak
I never imagined the last time I hung out with my boyfriend of two years would be the last time. I officially met my boyfriend at the start of my sophomore year of high school. We had opposite personalities, but the boy who had a bad reputation intrigued me. After “talking” to a boy I barely new, I decided to give him a chance and date. In the beginning, I didn’t think our relationship would last two weeks. For two years, I spent every Sunday with him and became a part of his family; so when we broke up, I was not prepared for the inevitable heartbreak, but with the help of my friends I learned that I deserved better.
As an involved high school student, my schedule during the week was constantly busy; finding time in both of our schedules to see each other outside of school was difficult, but we made it work. We both figured out a day we always had free: Sunday. Sunday was the day I dedicated to seeing him. Of course, during the summer was easier. We went to a Kenny Chesney concert and occasionally took a trip to the city. For the most part, we spent the days watching Pitch Perfect, Harry Potter, and when I talked him into it, Grey’s Anatomy. The more time we spent together, the more I realized I had in common with him and his family.
Spending all the time I could with my best friend was always my favorite way to spend my day, especially when his family was around. His family, the humorous bunch they are, would always call me by the nicknames they created for me. “Red,” “Gingersnap,” and “Magatha” seemed to be the favorites. For Christmas, his family gave me Packers memorabilia including my favorite pair of socks. They treated me as if I was their own kid. Life was busy, but to me it was perfect because I knew I had my boyfriend by my side.
My boyfriend and I had just celebrated our 2 year anniversary when our relationship came to an unexpected end. I was now a senior in high school and very involved in school activities, and he had graduated and was working a full-time job. I thought it was difficult to see him my sophomore year, but that was nothing compared to senior year. Sports, classes, and family seemed to be consuming my life, but to me I was doing the best I could do. However, that is where I was wrong. Learning that I was no longer what the person I loved wanted was the biggest heartbreak I had ever encountered.
I never imagined that the last time I saw my boyfriend would be the last. My relationship ended suddenly and unexpectedly. From going to the Kenny Chesney concert, having Harry Potter movie marathons, and becoming part of his family, I didn’t want to let go of those memories. My friends helped me realize that I didn’t need to let go of those memories, but to keep them and learn that I deserved better than a boy who was becoming a person I no longer knew. For two years, I spent every Sunday with him and became a part of his family; so when we broke up, I was not prepared for the inevitable heartbreak, but with the help of my friends I learned that I deserved more than I was given.
College Composition and Research
Post Write Essay
December 9, 2016
My First Heartbreak
I never imagined the last time I hung out with my boyfriend of two years would be the last time. I officially met my boyfriend at the start of my sophomore year of high school. We had opposite personalities, but the boy who had a bad reputation intrigued me. After “talking” to a boy I barely new, I decided to give him a chance and date. In the beginning, I didn’t think our relationship would last two weeks. For two years, I spent every Sunday with him and became a part of his family; so when we broke up, I was not prepared for the inevitable heartbreak, but with the help of my friends I learned that I deserved better.
As an involved high school student, my schedule during the week was constantly busy; finding time in both of our schedules to see each other outside of school was difficult, but we made it work. We both figured out a day we always had free: Sunday. Sunday was the day I dedicated to seeing him. Of course, during the summer was easier. We went to a Kenny Chesney concert and occasionally took a trip to the city. For the most part, we spent the days watching Pitch Perfect, Harry Potter, and when I talked him into it, Grey’s Anatomy. The more time we spent together, the more I realized I had in common with him and his family.
Spending all the time I could with my best friend was always my favorite way to spend my day, especially when his family was around. His family, the humorous bunch they are, would always call me by the nicknames they created for me. “Red,” “Gingersnap,” and “Magatha” seemed to be the favorites. For Christmas, his family gave me Packers memorabilia including my favorite pair of socks. They treated me as if I was their own kid. Life was busy, but to me it was perfect because I knew I had my boyfriend by my side.
My boyfriend and I had just celebrated our 2 year anniversary when our relationship came to an unexpected end. I was now a senior in high school and very involved in school activities, and he had graduated and was working a full-time job. I thought it was difficult to see him my sophomore year, but that was nothing compared to senior year. Sports, classes, and family seemed to be consuming my life, but to me I was doing the best I could do. However, that is where I was wrong. Learning that I was no longer what the person I loved wanted was the biggest heartbreak I had ever encountered.
I never imagined that the last time I saw my boyfriend would be the last. My relationship ended suddenly and unexpectedly. From going to the Kenny Chesney concert, having Harry Potter movie marathons, and becoming part of his family, I didn’t want to let go of those memories. My friends helped me realize that I didn’t need to let go of those memories, but to keep them and learn that I deserved better than a boy who was becoming a person I no longer knew. For two years, I spent every Sunday with him and became a part of his family; so when we broke up, I was not prepared for the inevitable heartbreak, but with the help of my friends I learned that I deserved more than I was given.