Free Narrative Essays: Monta Vs. I.
Monta and I were closer than I believe my husband and I were, literally. We did everything together, as our kids were the same age and we just happened to live in the same neighborhood with just two houses between us. She was the wife of a dentist and I, the wife of a railroader. While both our husbands made good money, their income was substantially larger, but this would never be a concern for either of us as our relationship grew. We were total opposites in every way; I expect this was why we got along so well. She was loud and boisterous, and I was quiet and placid. For those on the outside looking into our relationship, one might think she was the leader and I simply followed her lead, but though this truly wasn’t the case, the day came when I had just had enough! We had an argument in the middle of a Dallas Mall by cause of a public scene Monta made and I was feeling fed up. I had enough of her embarrassing “belittling” of others
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She could be cruel, mean, raging, intimidating, but at the same time; she was caring, giving, and very intuitive. I found over time, after much thought, that I believed it was when she was feeling uncomfortable or trapped, that she would put her guard up and be ‘on the defensive’. It was during these times (or outburst) that I would feel trapped and definitely unsure about what I was witnessing around me. I started to notice a change in my demeanor as well. I was no longer feeling incapable and unsure, but uneasy and edgy. I was agitated by the situation, and at times feeling furious about her behavior, but yet I felt weak and helpless by virtue of not knowing how to stop her from making these scenes in public. I would get upset at the littlest things, which years ago I would have seen it
She could be cruel, mean, raging, intimidating, but at the same time; she was caring, giving, and very intuitive. I found over time, after much thought, that I believed it was when she was feeling uncomfortable or trapped, that she would put her guard up and be ‘on the defensive’. It was during these times (or outburst) that I would feel trapped and definitely unsure about what I was witnessing around me. I started to notice a change in my demeanor as well. I was no longer feeling incapable and unsure, but uneasy and edgy. I was agitated by the situation, and at times feeling furious about her behavior, but yet I felt weak and helpless by virtue of not knowing how to stop her from making these scenes in public. I would get upset at the littlest things, which years ago I would have seen it