The Love Of My Life-Personal Narrative

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Many years ago, I was in a bar and was particularly rich at the time, I didn’t have many friends and my wife had passed away recently, oh how we had the best of times together. I would go to the bar around the corner, waste my money and drink my sorrows away until till the bartender would cut me off. One day I met a man by the name of Fortunato, he was a nice guy we hit it off drank till it was early morning. We were both drunk, so I offered to let him stay at my house to sleep it off because I did just live around the corner. We stumbled into my house and said “Wow you have a very elegant house” “Thank you gets kind of lonely though” I replied. He began to tell me he was an investor for wine companies and could double my money and could spend the rest of my life on a beach drinking. At that time it seemed like a legit deal …show more content…

“This is not the man I fell in love with your better than this” her voice echoed to the four corners of my mind, she was right I was better than this; I could turn my life around. I jolted as I woke up and knew what I had to do and that I could do it because the love of my life was watching over me. Over the next few months I had earned most of my wealth back but my drinking problem hadn’t gotten better. I was back on my feet but it didn’t stop Fortunato from bullying me. I went to the bar for a drink one night, where he confronted me pushing me over the edge, shoving me around saying “You’re a still a good for nothing low life!” I replied with a swinging fist landing right on his nose and with a stern voice said “Now listen here, I’m done with your hogwash and you better leave me alone or you’re going to regret it!” The new few months went by without a single incident from Fortunato; I was earning more money than ever by now and knew that my wife would be proud of

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