Reflection on my relationship
Looking back over the years, it becomes painfully clear how much I endured, how much was taken for granted, and how deeply the lack of support and interest shaped the fabric of my life. It’s not easy to see these moments in retrospect; it’s like peeling back layers of wounds that never fully healed. But each memory is a thread, weaving a tapestry of resilience amidst neglect.
Two house moves—completely on my own. Packing up the remnants of a shared life, organizing each end by myself, lifting heavy boxes, deciding where everything should go in a new space that was supposed to symbolize a fresh start. And yet, there I was, alone, while my other half disappeared fishing or playing tennis, as if this monumental effort of rebuilding didn’t warrant their presence. It wasn’t just physical labor; it was the emotional weight of unpacking in a strange house, arranging belongings to create some semblance of home, and facing the emptiness of doing it all alone.… Read More Reflection on my relationship










