Personal Narrative: The Pain In Romantic Relationships

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Prior to dating my wife, I was a very different person when it came to romantic relationships. I was very selfish, independent, and unwilling to compromise. I did not like to get to close to anyone for fear of disclosing information that the individual could eventually use to hurt me. Prior to our relationship I had no idea of the pain that could come from a romantic relationship. I learned this lesson very well when my wife broke up with me. It was then that I also learned what people mean when they tell you to “be careful what you wish for”.
When my wife and I decided to take our relationship beyond the friend zone it was such a happy time in my life. I had never known how happy I could feel with someone or how secure. It was this feeling
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I typically do not like to cry in front of people but in this situation I could not control my tears from flowing or my words from pouring out. I said every cliché thing imaginable. My mind fought to keep the words from escaping my lips, but the vulnerability and hurt that I felt wanted nothing more than to convey every possible feeling I had in an effort to make things better.
Although at the time I felt so terribly heartbroken, that experience actually helped us get to the point where we are today. Before that event, my wife actually had no idea just how much I cared for her. I had only shown her a small portion of the feelings that i had for her. Since I had been closed off, she felt like she was the only that was emotionally invested in our relationship. These feelings made her want to back away so that she wouldn 't end up getting hurt.
Part 2: The more time that I spend reading our class text, the more I find myself evaluating the way I treat others. One thing that stuck out for me this week was the concept of emotional contagion mentioned in Chapter four. The thought that my attitudes could rub off on others and affect their disposition really makes me want to make sure that the effect I have on others is a positive
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I have also been attempting to calm myself after daily stresses before I get home for the day and interact with my wife. Since I have a very extroverted personality, I tend to need to “vent” to someone about my frustrations or occurrences of my day. However, I hadn’t realized how my venting might affect those around me. Granted, humans have a basic desire for interaction, this desire does not mean that every facet of my life needs to be

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