Falling in love
I never liked the idea of relying on other people for anything. Especially, when some might act as if they were doing me a favor, or when they would have to go out of their ways to help me. I have been independent since my eighteenth birthday, when I wished my parents a good life and moved out. Yes, I used to be a rebel (scoundrel, as my dad used to call me), but I had a right cause.
My parents were very rigid, and I had a hard time growing up. They insisted on « teaching » me the value of things and the hard labour they had to go through in order to keep me in school. Nothing ever came for free. If I wanted a toy, I had to work for it, do housework, help around the house, etc. At one point, when I was about ten years old, I stopped asking for things. I was fed up with their « teaching system ».
When I was about fourteen, I tried to leave. I made it only to Longueil, to my grandparents’ house. Their approach was not too far from my parents’. They shared my parents’ mindset: ‘’ my house, my rules.” That’s when I promised myself that at eighteen years old, I would move out.
I knew I would have to work instead of studying, but I was fine with that. I decided to postpone my studies until I was really sure I could afford it. First, I had to put a roof above my head, feed and provide for all my other needs.
Gaining my independence at eighteen made me be more cautious, calculated and definitely stronger. Maybe a bit prouder as well. Though I think the pride came later on, when I was settled in a comfortable job, earning enough money to get back to school.
Ever since I left my parents’ house, I never allowed myself to ask anyone for help. Thank God, I never got sick or seriously injured. It was a sort of “make it or break it” determination that kept me going, even when I hit rock bottom. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I would have had anyone involved in my so called “success”. I wanted it all clean. It’s not that I felt I had something to prove. I simply didn't want to credit anyone for my happiness or my misery.
Yesterday, while I was visiting one of my friends, I met someone who had a similar path as mine. We bonded instantly. She’s a marketing internet strategist for a big company downtown. She is the first person that actually sees most of the things the same way as I do. Throughout our conversation, I got some strange vibes that I was falling for her, within no time. Could she be the one?