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Personal Narrative: Living With A Latin Family
Living with a latin family means conflict will either develop for things you say in the less accurate moment or things you don't say in order to let the other person involved figure it out. In my family, there are a few different types of personalities that are so different that lead to misunderstandings and unavoidable trouble, although in most of the times it comes to a final agreement, our conflicts tend to be more intense.

It is always easier to deal with problems when people say them out loud, so when things are kept quiet it's harder to solve something you might not know about. Especially, because we can hurt people without even noticing, it's not because we are selfish or we don't care, but it can be hard to understand such a complex
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I was not expecting her answer at all, I decided to do it after she was done with her homework and when she was at home (a safe environment and time for her). I simply asked why did things turned that way. She said that mostly she didn't have anything against him, but after we started dating, she definitely felt like I was replacing her with him, I decided to listen and ask the reasons why. This time I learned that the problem was never with him, it had been me all this time, I had just been living in my little own world to figure out. I told her that I never thought that she was feeling that way, especially because she had her own friends, and she never really changed the way she was with me. I kept listening to what she had to say and what really made her mad is that she thought that I was noticing what was going on, I just never acted on it. This reminded me a lot about the show, when each person had their side and version of the issue. I truly apologized to her, because I never meant to hurt her, also explained that home could be a little bit stressing sometimes and that is why I rather hang out with my boyfriend or friends, not as an excuse, but as a way to explain why it was easier. I never really thought our lack of communication was the problem, but after all, we apologized to each other and I am glad that we solved this issue. I am sure that there will be more trouble as we grow up, since it's a normal

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