No poetry today. I’d like to do the opposite today.
Usually I write my thoughts in the italian blog “racconti e ciarle”, but today I felt to write there a poem and I choose to tell a story here instead.
The beautiful story that opened my heart these days.
I had som bad years in my teens, my parents departed, my mom left my dad when I was twelve and married her new husband when I was fourteen, on my birthday exactly.
I had a horrible relationship with her husband, I was devastated because he couldn’t stand me, but my mother wanted a new perfect life and became everything he wanted, doesn’t matter if it ment to say the opposite of what she taught me before.
I felt overwhelmed and I reached a point of no return, trying to stop it. But I failed, luckily!
Ok, I cut it: I left home, I’ve been with my precious granny and with my dad (gosh!). At the end of the day I chose to leave the school (and it’s a pity, because I’ve always been sure that I would have reached my goals) and went on my own.
I found a job, I left for England, stayed a year and met my boyfriend, come back in Italy, gone with him to live, far, far from my city and married him.. and every precious thing I have since than is beautiful.
I had a fantastic best friend from my nine years to my fifteen years old. We lost each other because of the school, she has to change institute, but she has been my best friend, and I felt bad for loosing her, because I was to inside my horrible life.
Guess why I’m boring you with the worst part of my life?
Because thanks to my blog, after eighteen years (18? wow!), my friend found me in my blog, she just finished in it with a casual search.
I’m so happy, really happy, I can trust again, after loosing so much last year (granny, and little soul).
But I have a beautiful family, crazy happy smart boys and my friend again.
It’s time for me to say thank you!