I had more than two weeks that I did not participate in the weekly challenge of the community, this time with a little more time I decided to sit down today Sunday and resume my tasks with the platform, these I left aside for many reasons together that I previously told you in my other posts, but back to the topic, of all the options I decided to tell you about the time I moved alone and took control of my life.
First I tell you that the reason why I had to live alone, in a new house, and the worst for the first time after 27 years of life, was because of my mother's death, since all my life I lived with her and she had me at an advanced age, My biological father died when I was a child and at the age of 11 years only she and I were left, she with almost 55 years old, a disease in her hands that made it impossible for her to work in many things, as she could, she raised me up to the point where I was 15 years old when I decided to go out to fight for her, a long story from there.
It turns out that throughout my life she lived with me, without a home of her own, we lived in many rented places, until the year when she was found to have terminal cancer, in metastasis stage, strong news for me, since she was my everything and knowing that soon I would stop seeing her, is a bitter pill to swallow, this disease led me to the decision to sell the few assets we had to pay for the drugs that at least alleviated her pain.
Finally, with no money to pay rent, I had no choice but to seek help from a cousin, who became my father after the death of my biological father, he was the one who was always looking out for us, who helped us financially and was my father figure as I grew up, He told me to move to his house in a room he had unoccupied with my mother, so he could lend me a hand in whatever he could, I accepted and we left everything behind to go to those four walls for the months that remained to my old lady, a difficult year, much pain, suffering and anguish for my mother and me.
The day came and my mother left this world, I certainly tried to prepare myself during the months so that her departure would not be so painful, but no matter how hard one tries it is impossible, the pain is unbearable, then I got depressed, and I isolated myself from everyone, two months later I realized that life was not over, just my mother had to get off the train and I had to continue.
I started working again and when I saved a little I decided to look for a house to move, to buy what I needed to start from scratch and so I did, I got a small house, very humble in a nearby neighborhood, I bought a bed a TV and a fan, and with those things I decided to move, as the weeks passed I could buy other things, with how sad I could feel, Thinking about what my mother would have wanted gave me strength and I knew that she did not want me on my knees, always standing and fighting, the first year was hard, between loneliness and work, many nights I was depressed by the absence and others not so much, my ally and who always gave me the support I needed to continue was my girlfriend, who with every word of encouragement made me feel strong.
I was alone in that house for almost two years, they were years of learning, of getting up every day to seek emotional stability and well-being, but I can say now that I succeeded, a few months later, already stable I decided to look for a better place, grateful to that little house for giving me shelter, I found an apartment nearby, and I moved, I started to make plans with my girlfriend at that time who is now my partner in adventure, mother of my daughter and my love for 15 years. We have almost 3 years together, a beautiful baby girl, and day by day we get up to give the best of us in search of a better future and trying to meet all the goals we have.
