Finally what we hanged onto, has more or less come to an end. Saturday was simply so surreal. I entered the house with somewhat of an open arms. I still have a long way to go, before I can confidently say that I won their hearts but, at least it is a start.
A lot may not understand why I subject myself to such cruelty, because I have been nothing but extremely patient and tolerant. The saddest thing was went my dear close friend asked if I truly do love him, and vice versa, it kind of broke my heart. She thinks that I bend over backwards to fit myself into the family, when I should be nothing but myself.
But isn’t the little stuff that matters, that accumulate to the bigger stuff? I don’t want us to be miserable thinking about everything else. Or is it only me?
When is picky ever going to be enough? Is it a battle of just settling down or falling in love?
I found someone who shared every single laugh with me, shed every single tear with me. Is that not enough?
Families will forever be a sticky situation.