Rosa Alvarado
English Comp 101
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“How to Get Rid of Your Boyfriend”

Never have I ever been involved in a relationship as crazy and entertaining as the one I just came out of. Talk about your low-self esteem,” Gees!” I don’t know who’s was lower mine or his. However never underestimate the power of a man inlove or a women scorne.
It wasn’t always the late night battles over the remote control flying across the room or the police being called over for a domestic disturbance. It started off as two people inlove. Yes,” Crazy Inlove “ or as we were known as “Locos Enamorados” Having had worked opposite shifts the weekend was ours.
Ours to run off and disappear into the late night and be free from care of any real responsibilities. Walking home drunk in the dead of the night trying drasticly not to get picked up for public intoxication. Having all nighters dancing to Salsa and Reggaeton enjoying a freshly smoked pig with our Cuban friends it was a constant weekend party. However, all good things come to an end. Here comes all the drama and disrespect.
At some point a constant partying in a relationship begins to weigh in emotionally and financially. One wants to go out the other says there’s no money. One says I can do what I want I’m a grown up the other says act like it. “Rediculas.” After having had spending the night in jail on the Island durring our family vacation at South Padre Island for PI and a domestic dispute I began to reevaluate our relationship. In a relationship gone bad someone has to be the bigger person. Clearly it had to be me or did it? Some relationships linger on because either one has no where to go, they believe things will get better or my favorite “ I love you.” And I will change.
Unemployed and unemployment running out the stress and jealousy begins to effect my better judgment. Dying with envy stuck at home in efforts to rehabilitate myself (in other words my broke butt had to stay home) he finally makes it home after a night from hanging with his boys. I lovingly greet his drunkenness with a thrashing beer bottle to the head then dragging him out to the street by a leg. Threatening him that I will call the police if he doesn’t leave. Disoriented and confussed my poor cubanito leaves. The next day the honeymone stage begins. All is well until the weekend comes again and the cycle repeats it’s self. Flat tires, broken windshield, bruises and blackeyes. By this time the neighbors are getting real tired of this but some yet enjoying the show and finding this somehow amusing watching outside their window. ”Really?” It never seems to amaze me how in this day in age neighbors still mind their bussines when the police starts asking questions if they saw anything.
At this point I see he will neither leave, make no effort to change or better the situation I begin to take matters into my own hands. Painfully I go down to the courthouse and place a restraining order against him, not for me but for him! This order stays in effect for twelve months and if violated by either one of us is punishable by law. I convience him it’s better that we part ways and I help him get a job in a different town. Where I do not dare to ask his residence in fear of me having a little episode of Fatal Attraction.
Yet, I miss wakeing up to a freshly clipped rose from the garden lying next to my pillow I wish him well.