Personal Narrative: Dialect Of Integration

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Me and my best friend recently are experiencing the tension called dialect of integration, which is autonomy vs connection. We have been friends for four years, and used to do everything together almost all the time. Recently we got out of a big fight that had lasted almost six months, so now I want to go back to how we used to be and hang out all the time. She wants to try and hang out a lot too, but in the time we spent fighting she got a boyfriend and wants to spend more time with him instead. I have the desire for connection with her because of how we were before the fight, and how much time we lost hanging out as a result from it. She has the desire for autonomy, or to be more independent from our relationship

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