Interpersonal Communication Relationship Analysis

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Interpersonal Communication
May 19, 2011

Relationship Analysis

When this assignment was given out, I instantly knew exactly what relationship I wanted to analyze: my ex-boyfriend’s and my relationship. It might sound like an odd relationship to choose, seeing as he is an ex, and it might not sound like a good starting point, but let me first say he is one of my best friends right now. Our relationship began like very few relationships do, on Facebook. In June of 2009, after I had been accepted into a Fall 2009 freshman class, a boy said hello in a message and a 4-page paper could not even touch the surface of our relationship in those past 2 years, but I will do my best to explain as much as possible. Over the next few months, the relationship evolved from Facebook messages, to the live chat, until he finally asked me for my number and the texting began. Then one summer day, my phone rang, and we had our first telephone conversation, although sparked due to a drunken impulse from the mystery man on the other end. Over the span of a few months, I learned so much about this future classmate of mine, from his music taste, to his life in Southern California, and much more. I’m not sure if I’m proud or not of how well versed I am in the subject of Computer Mediated Communication. However, no matter how I feel about our introduction and first spoken words, I would certainly say since the day I got that first Facebook message, the relationship with this boy has been nothing less than interesting. Fast forward to October 2009, the boy was asking me to be his girlfriend and I was ecstatic. We had been dating for a short few weeks and finally wanted to make things official. Clearly we had moved from Facebook to Face-to-face communication and things had worked out well. We had so much fun together. He is one of the most energetic people I know, always entertaining his friends around him and even complete strangers. However, his love for the center of attention wasn’t always a good thing. Because he was the younger of two kids, with an older sister of three years, he had always been the center of his parents’ attention, and as his high school’s star quarterback, also the center of everyone’s attention at school as well. All this attention gave him the ego the size of a mountain, and the volume to match. Let’s just say as big as his head was, his listening skills were the exact opposite, lacking in size. At first, this wasn’t an issue to me; in fact I didn’t really notice it. I was just infatuated with this boy who was equally infatuated with me, or so I thought. As time went on though, I began to realize how little this boy knew about me, because he was always talking about himself. And if he wasn’t talking about himself, he was watching sports, or on his phone, or trying to get someone’s attention. He was always wanting to do something, and that was the big difference between us. When I was younger, I had always been the center of attention; a very hyper child, always loved to meet new people, but I had a hard time making friends at my small private school and after a while, I became so secluded that I lost any motivation to make friends. It wasn’t until about my junior year of high school where I became better at reaching out and making friends, and by senior year I was nearly back to my normal self. However, part of me was still uncomfortable of being my complete self around others, so I really only acted entirely “me” around my family and closest friends. So, this relationship I started with the boy was not the healthiest idea because of how loud and outgoing he was, which in turn, forced me to become somewhat quiet again. Anyways, to shorten things down, we ended up breaking up 4 months later, a week before Valentine’s Day after a nasty fight. The conflict between us had been building up for a while. We had gone through several stages of being happy, then mad, then bored, then happy again. If I was uncomfortable with PDA,...
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