When I was a toddler, I was inseparable from my Grandma Nay Nay. My mom or dad would literally have to yank me off of her as I screamed and tears ran down my face, because I just wanted to be with her all the time. She's the reason I love crime shows, The Kardashians, and the reason I am a shopaholic as well. However, as I grew into my awkward teenage years …show more content…
I hated crying in front of people, because I felt weak, so I left that to before I went to bed and when I was able to sneak somewhere and let my feelings free. It didn't help, however, that my Grandma would comment on my makeup saying how it was inappropriate for a 12 year old to be wearing. And I took her criticism wrong. I would argue, and go on for weeks without speaking or even thinking about her, because I thought she was out to get me. One day, I received a notification on Facebook from my Grandmother who commented something negative about my makeup on one of the pictures I had posted of myself, and I immediately started crying. I believed my Grandma was disappointed in me, and that she hated me. This went on for about a year. Fighting about anything! What I was wearing, how much makeup I put on, how dark of makeup I put on, the list goes on and on. I got used to not seeing or thinking of my grandmother, and when I had to be by her I would sit in complete silence. There was a huge turning point however when my Grandma had apologized to me for all the criticism she gave me. I could tell it …show more content…
Her elementary years weren't easy at Nooksack, so she transferred to Mount Baker in 3rd grade. we always stayed fairly close, spending an hour or so on the phone daily, and hung out often. This changed however in our 7th grade school year, when we finally just drifted apart and found new friends. We would hangout every few months but it just wasn’t the same. when I was in 6th grade I found a met my new best friend named Shania who I frequently hung out with. Teagan wasn’t a fan of this unfortunately, and complained to me about it. I would tell Teagan her and I would hangout more often and she didn’t need to worry about Shania replacing her. but I guess I was wrong because every weekend I found myself at Shania's, blowing off Teagan multiple times and it never occurred to me what a big deal it was. I guess I never really received a wake up call until Teagan was at her last straw. she messaged me a few months ago saying that she doesn’t consider me as her friend anymore because of the lack of hanging out and communication, and that she no longer wants to talk unless I come to her and seriously ask for her friendship back. as I write this and reflect on how I could've balanced my time out, I realize I want to reach out to her because she was such a big part of my life. It wasn’t hard for me to take my friends for granted when I was younger but I'm teaching myself to be grateful and thankful for every person who has positively