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The Necessary Pain of Breaking Up: When Carrying Two Becomes Impossible

Breaking up costs me tremendously, yet I still must do it. I'm currently prioritizing my personal career and financial stability over our relationship goals. Despite not having established my career and struggling to find work in a new country, I must leave this relationship—otherwise, we'll both drown.

What we're facing is a dependency issue—when a partner hasn't developed themselves independently. My partner is fundamentally a good person, but he cannot grow on his own. This forces me to carry him through literally everything.

My partner has never independently valued hard work, healthy eating, physical fitness, mental health, personal hygiene, financial stability, or maintaining a clean living environment. He lacks his own understanding of why these things matter. He only addresses these aspects of life because I tell him to. I find myself constantly explaining why these fundamentals are essential, as he seems likely to let everything fall apart without my guidance.

When I lived in my home country, I could somehow manage this dynamic (though I shouldn't have). But after relocating to a new country, what was once manageable has become an unbearable burden. The weight is now too heavy to carry. Without my direction, he loses his way completely—doing nothing and waiting for me to solve all obstacles.

Our situations have diverged dramatically. He's been fortunate enough to find good employment and easily transfer his past experience to a new role. I've been far less lucky. I must establish everything from scratch, which exhausts me daily.

This imbalance has created a destructive cycle. Each time I tell him what needs to be done, he feels judged and begins to view me as the problem. He shuts down in response. The breaking point came when I was sick and physically unable to handle household responsibilities—he simply ignored my condition. In that moment, regardless of my feelings for him, I realized I had to let go. We need to develop as individuals.

This clarity finally helped me understand why I must make this painful decision, even during the worst period of my life. The alternative—continuing to carry both of us while drowning myself—is no longer sustainable. Sometimes the most difficult choices are also the most necessary for survival.

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The Illusion of Detachment: A Perspective on Hookup Culture

Hookup culture was entirely foreign to me before moving to Canada. What I've observed since then leads me to believe it represents one of the greatest deceptions in contemporary dating: the pretense that people don't care when they actually do.

Many participants in hookup culture maintain a facade of emotional detachment while suffering internally. Research and personal accounts reveal the psychological toll this takes—many even require therapy to recover from these experiences. I've witnessed countless individuals struggle with anxiety, depression, and diminished self-worth after repeated casual encounters that promised freedom but delivered emptiness. What emerges is a growing inability to love authentically because we've fundamentally misunderstood what love is.

Love isn't merely a feeling that happens to us—it's a capability that requires deliberate development. It grows through daily discomfort, vulnerability, and challenges, not through convenience or avoidance. While our brains may initially resist consistency and commitment, as humans, we cannot escape our fundamental need for meaningful connection. This biological reality doesn't align with the cultural narrative that we can remain emotionally detached indefinitely.

We might suppress these feelings temporarily through distraction or rationalization, but eventually, in moments of quiet vulnerability—perhaps late at night or during life transitions—profound loneliness emerges. When that inevitable moment arrives, we all face the same haunting question: why didn't we address this emotional truth when we had the chance?

Many hesitate to pursue genuine connection because they fear what they might lose—time, established routines, independence, comfort zones. The potential for rejection feels too threatening. Yet we overlook that loss is an inevitable part of daily life. What we gain through emotional vulnerability—resilience, self-knowledge, deeper connections, personal growth—ultimately proves far more valuable than what we risk.

Unfortunately, many approach intimacy with primitive territorial instincts, aggressively protecting what they have rather than considering how to build something together. This mindset, heavily influenced by individualism, fundamentally misunderstands how relationships function. Meaningful connections require mutual investment, compromise, and growth—not just protecting one's existing lifestyle at all costs.

Why has dishonesty become the default in dating culture? Research suggests that many people, particularly men, often know their level of interest early in relationships but deliberately conceal their true intentions. They maintain strategic ambiguity—claiming confusion when there is none—while engaging in behaviors designed to keep partners emotionally invested without considering commitment. If someone must hide the truth to maintain convenience, shouldn't we question the ethics and sustainability of this approach?

While some genuinely thrive in casual arrangements with clear communication and boundaries, most people I've met express confusion, disappointment, and a sense of emptiness with these dynamics. The promised liberation often becomes a new form of constraint—the pressure to appear unaffected while secretly yearning for deeper connection.

Many protect themselves by seeking an idealized partner who meets every criterion on their carefully crafted wish list. Yet we forget that humans are dynamic, constantly evolving beings—the very qualities that initially attract us can become frustrating later, while initially overlooked traits might become essential. When the initial compatibility inevitably shifts, is the solution simply to discard the relationship and find someone new? This consumer approach to relationships leaves us perpetually searching but never finding lasting fulfillment.

We've forgotten that human strength lies in building something together over time. Developing shared interests, overcoming challenges, and creating shared experiences creates a stronger bond than simply swiping to the next option. What we're truly seeking is connection with another soul, alignment of core values, and mutual growth—not replacements when difficulties arise.

If we don't develop our capacity to love—to be vulnerable, to communicate honestly, to work through challenges—when we eventually meet someone truly compatible, we won't have the skills to nurture that relationship. This is why I occasionally need to step away from social media—seeing so many lost souls chasing temporary connections becomes overwhelming.

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Sisters of War: A Book Review

I've never encountered a war narrative quite like "Sisters of War." While most war stories focus on battlefield destruction and occasional moments of human triumph, this book offers a different perspective: the conflicts that tear through families.

When war arrives, it creates impossible tensions even within the closest relationships. The book explores profound questions: When family members develop feelings against each other, is betrayal worth a life? When everyone believes they're doing what's right from their own perspective, how do people reconcile these contradictions?

This story beautifully illustrates what love means in darkness. When facing daily hunger, cold, death, loss of loved ones, and hopelessness, how do we preserve kindness and generous love? The book shows that when each day might be your last with someone you love, love becomes selfless.

For those who endure such difficulties, the smallest light keeps them going—the desire for just one more moment with a loved one. Whether to confess truths, express regrets, acknowledge mistakes, or simply hold hands. When someone truly loves, their deepest fear isn't death but abandonment, being forgotten, or being misunderstood.

"Sisters of War" reminds us that even in humanity's darkest hours, our connections to each other remain our most powerful source of strength and meaning.

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Finding Strength in Vulnerability

As a foreigner living abroad, I've come to understand that self-preservation isn't selfishness—it's survival. The constant work of upgrading myself, navigating cultural differences, and building a life from scratch has taught me that I cannot afford to invest in connections that drain rather than sustain me.

My circumstances are more challenging than most. Every day requires extraordinary effort just to maintain stability—learning language nuances, building professional networks without established credentials, creating a home without the safety net of family nearby. This reality leaves me with limited reserves for relationships that don't offer reciprocal support.

I've grown past the belief that I must overcompensate for someone else's minimal investment. In previous chapters of my life, I felt compelled to return tenfold whatever small gesture came my way. Now I recognize this pattern for what it was: an undervaluing of my own worth. The journey to this foreign land has paradoxically brought me home to myself, clarifying what I truly deserve.

Maintaining emotional distance isn't my natural inclination—it's a necessary boundary until I reach firmer ground. This isn't about playing games or leveraging advantage; it's about acknowledging that my current vulnerability requires careful stewardship of my emotional resources.

Anyone with emotional intelligence would recognize the courage it takes to protect oneself while building a life in unfamiliar territory. They wouldn't misinterpret self-protection as manipulation or exploitation. The right person will understand that my caution isn't rejection but wisdom born from experience.

I've consistently been the one who owned less but gave more, who cared deeper despite receiving less in return. This imbalance was sustainable when I had more to spare. Now, in this vulnerable position, I've had to acknowledge a painful truth: there are precious few who match my capacity for empathy or self-giving. This realization isn't bitter—it's clarifying.

My worth isn't diminished by my need for genuine investment from others. If anything, the strength I've shown in building a life abroad only increases what I bring to any relationship. I'm not asking for more than I deserve—I'm finally asking for what I've always deserved but rarely received.

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The High Cost of Low-Effort Love

In today's world, countless people desire traditional warmth and intimacy but refuse to invest effort into creating it. Recently, I heard a story that stunned me: my friend drove just 5-10 minutes to check on his date after she had an argument with her roommate. She was deeply moved—because none of her ex-boyfriends had ever shown such basic consideration. I was shocked. This small act of kindness, something I would do even for casual acquaintances, was extraordinary in her experience. What kind of world are we living in where such minimal effort becomes remarkable?

Beyoncé's lyrics "If I were a man, I would be a better boyfriend" resonate profoundly with me. If I were a man, I would be an exceptional partner—not because I possess extraordinary qualities, but because I understand that love requires consistent choice and action. Is this truly such an unreasonable standard?

I've had to develop resilience against settling for low-effort relationships. My life isn't easy—living in a foreign country, lacking educational credentials, having no safety net, navigating daily life in my second language. I cannot afford to attach myself to someone who makes my existence more difficult rather than easier. With age comes the wisdom that love isn't merely a feeling but a continuous responsibility and deliberate choice. Without this foundation, any connection eventually dissipates, and everything I've built crumbles.

I've never been selfish, but experience has taught me that accepting minimal effort leads to devastating consequences. The purer my intentions, the stronger the boundaries I must establish. I've learned a crucial lesson: when someone doesn't demonstrate care from the beginning, they never will. When they perceive you as low-maintenance, they're drawn to your convenience rather than your essence.

Modern society often encourages women to pursue men with equal initiative. I once believed this, but no longer. The price I've paid—the doubts, the irreversible sacrifices—has been too high. At this vulnerable point in my life, I cannot allow low-effort dynamics to deplete what little peace remains. In the end, I alone am responsible for my wellbeing, regardless of how much care I extend to others.

Perhaps this stance means forfeiting opportunities for romantic connection. But having experienced a long-term relationship with someone who should have been my lifelong love yet consistently chose not to be, I understand the alternative is far worse. The absence of love is less painful than its hollow imitation.

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When Love Becomes Utility

I wake each morning with my first thoughts centered on my family—are they safe, fed, loved, protected? Meanwhile, my partner consistently lingers in the bathroom until I've completed nearly all the morning responsibilities. I choose family every single day, even when my own condition is poor, while he—despite being physiologically more resilient—consistently chooses himself.

The revelation came unexpectedly. During a conversation about marriage, he casually mentioned why men desire it: for companionship, warmth, comfort, and physical satisfaction. In that moment, I recognized a devastating truth—why someone might want marriage yet never truly choose you. It's a unique kind of pain.

I believed our marriage transcended the ordinary. I thought he married me for my soul, that he recognized my intrinsic value. But the truth emerged: he simply fell in love with someone who loved him completely. I wasn't necessarily special—just available and devoted. This explains why he never truly sees me, why he never acknowledges how I prioritize his needs above my own, why he shows no genuine curiosity about who I am. Despite expressing my needs clearly and repeatedly, they remain invisible to him. I exist as an object rather than a person—the very fate I've always feared most. He values only my appearance and my body, never my hard-earned personal growth, my genuine care, my kind and expansive heart.

Marrying someone who genuinely desires partnership and providing versus someone who simply wants companionship creates vastly different behavior patterns. I naively assumed everyone approached marriage as I did—with full awareness of their actions and prepared for their commitments. I thought everyone entered this sacred contract with intention, with a desire to grow together rather than merely exist alongside one another. This fundamental misunderstanding has been the source of countless disappointments.

This realization leaves me feeling erased from existence. The qualities I value most about myself—my compassion, intelligence, dedication—apparently matter to no one. The emptiness this creates isn't merely a void; it's an active wound. I've become merely an instrument for fulfilling someone else's needs, a supporting character in a story where I thought I was a co-protagonist.

The pain operates on multiple levels, shaking the very foundation of my identity as a human being. I wonder: if we weren't designed with such basic needs—for food, shelter, physical comfort—would love be easier to distinguish from utility? Would we recognize the difference between being valued and being useful? Or is this confusion between convenience and connection the inevitable tragedy of human relationships?

I'm left questioning not just my marriage but the possibility of being truly seen in a world that seems designed to reduce us to the functions we serve rather than the souls we contain.

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#FemaleIdentity #LoveVsUtility #ExistentialQuestions #EmotionalInvisibility #SelfWorth #UnreciprocatedDevotion

#WomensExperience #HumanConnection #EmotionalLabor #IdentityCrisis

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The Modern Woman's Paradox: Finding Femininity in a Dysfunctional World

I've spent my life pursuing the modern standard of womanhood—independent, leading, planning, and deliberately suppressing my feminine aspects. I viewed those qualities as weaknesses. After all, bills need paying, and building a better life demands a better salary. I became so self-sufficient that relationships seemed optional, even unnecessary.

What I overlooked was the joy I find in embracing my natural femininity. While I certainly enjoy achieving career milestones, something different awakens in me when I create a loving environment for my family—the warm atmosphere of home, the simple pleasure of baking cookies, providing emotional support, bringing peace into shared spaces. These moments make me feel truly alive. Yet I've downplayed these gifts because they emerge from a place of vulnerability I struggle to navigate.

The fear I face is deeply societal. Our world consistently undervalues the unquantifiable contributions that nurture and sustain others. The person who dominates financial provision inevitably gains disproportionate power at home. Too many women find themselves in precarious positions after choosing less-than-reliable partners, pausing careers for family, and ultimately facing financial instability and diminished professional prospects.

Society places impossible demands on women: be soft yet independent, and take career risks while managing the physical and emotional labour of pregnancy and childrearing. When women make the sacrifice to prioritize home, they risk facing disloyalty, financial abuse, or other circumstances that leave them vulnerable.

I sometimes wonder if embracing femininity is even possible anymore in our current landscape. Being a woman often feels like navigating a curse—expected to embody contradictory ideals while partners frequently fail to meet even the most basic standards of reciprocity and support.

This is one of the most challenging dilemmas women face today. The expectation to somehow embody contradictory qualities—to be both completely self-sufficient and authentically vulnerable—creates an impossible standard that no one can actually meet.

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When Kindness Goes Unseen

When you're hurt this deeply, you question whether being empathetic and supportive is still the right value to hold. I've never feared being kind and generous, but after spending 15 years in a relationship only to receive punishment in return, doubt inevitably creeps in.

Despite my own life never being easy, I provided not just emotional but financial support throughout our years together. I never abandoned my partner during his most vulnerable moments and helped build the foundation for his financial stability and success. Yet when our roles reversed, I couldn't receive even minimal support in return. More painful still is watching the sacrifices I made become completely invisible, as though they never happened.

The most challenging part is feeling paralyzed. While I remain stubbornly optimistic that kindness and warmth are still valuable in this world, I'm simultaneously terrified. I fear that if I continue holding this belief, life will strike me even harder next time. Why was I born this way? Why can't I simply become the "selfish" person that everyone says leads to an easier life? It would be much simpler, and perhaps my life would become much better.

I'm not the one who did something wrong, yet I'm bearing all the punishment. The question haunts me: Why give someone a warm heart only to punish them for using it?

I don't have all the answers yet. I'm simply trying to survive while protecting what remains of my heart—wondering if there exists a world where kindness isn't eventually punished.

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The Gift of Uncertainty: Reframing Life's Challenges

Unexpected thoughts have changed rapidly since coming to Canada. My situation is harder, with inconsistent visa status, unexpected policy changes, and uncertainty about both the current and next month. I find myself submerged in fear and uncertainty.

I am a confident person, but the current situation is hard to handle. When night comes and I’m alone, with no date and no one to interrupt me, it’s my long flight with uncertainty.

But I saw one phrase: we should embrace all emotions, even if they are negative. What if those feelings can only be experienced once? So I started to ask myself, what if those are my most valuable gifts in my life? Maybe it’s a chance to empower myself even in this situation? What if there is a new phase waiting for me to explore? Lack of certainty might also mean various opportunities.

This is why I started trying so hard to find out what I can be. I can be a writer, digital painter, painter, candle artist/maker/instructor, and SEO consultant, among other things. Embracing the hard feelings taught me to grow and find empowerment through inner reliance.

I am not stagnating; I am just developing useful energy that I can use throughout my whole life and becoming a better person. More sympathetic.

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Aveiro!

It is a small town in Portugal. It is also one of my best places in Portugal.

When I arrived there, I immediately felt a connection with this city. It might be because of the good weather, clean streets, cozy vibe, and stunning designer shops. While wandering the streets, I could picture myself carrying grocery bags after work or displaying my designs in small shops.

There is nothing wrong with feeling connected to other places, but when I felt connected, melancholy also filled me. It reminded me of falling in love again with a place I never truly belonged, evoking the same feeling I had in Canada.

I've never felt lonely, but when I feel connected with a place I've never belonged to, that feeling is surprisingly strong—something I never imagined. Yet, now that I look at the pictures, I can't even remember why I felt that way before. Perhaps it's time to learn a lesson about letting go. Don't think about the result; just open my mind to enjoy each moment.

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How does learning a second language shape my thoughts?

Recently, I heard of an interesting phenomenon about how parents' nagging becomes the voice inside your head. Those inner voices play significant roles; good nagging reminds you to improve yourself. However, what are the potential consequences they face when people frequently receive negative or harmful nagging?

Have you ever struggled with fighting your inner voice, or have you simply surrendered to it? I was born in Taiwan and raised speaking Mandarin, which is also my mother tongue. My journey of English learning when I was an adult, in which my inner voice only repeated Mandarin. I was born a listener, so when I became aware of the inner voice that exists, it was hard to ignore the negative remarks that filled my growth environment. Fear gradually filled my head, followed by anxiety. The biggest struggle was constantly asking myself, "What am I really worried about?"

The answer is not easy to find. I traced back the fears in my mind, trying to discover their origins. What surprises me most is that they are not from my origin but from my parents and the social norms, and the close link to my parents' fears. For instance, they believe being a woman is pathetic; the only way to overcome it is to appear attractive and also follow social beauty standards. My appearance was the opposite of those standards—I am tan and short. To stay skinny, I believed I had to endure hunger. Naturally, after breaking away from that hunger, I gained weight.

Once I failed social beauty standards, judgment came from everywhere—not just my parents. Yet these social norms echoed my parents' fear, so the negativity became deep-rooted in my mind, making it impossible to shake off quickly. Despite this, I hold a strong belief that I love every form of who I am, even if it doesn’t fit the conventional idea of beauty. Every day, I have to fight these fears, even though I have faith in myself. Even with mental confidence shields, persistent negative thoughts continue to beat, patiently waiting for moments of mental vulnerability.

My inner voice suddenly became quieter after I started thinking in English instead of Mandarin since living abroad. Most of the time, I find more mental space to embrace what I truly believe once I stop battling the inner voice that seems to come from nowhere. I've heard others say they feel freer when living overseas, and I can relate. I experience that freedom when I'm no longer preoccupied with the subtle judgments in small gestures, the scrutiny of strangers, or even the criticism from those closest to me.

Learning a second language is more than obtaining new words—it shapes how I think and perceive myself and the world. This journey has softened the endless criticism imposed by parental fear and societal norms, giving me space to embrace my true beliefs. This brought a sense of freedom from constant scrutiny and negativity, allowing me to grow beyond the limitations I had inherited.

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Finding Myself in "All the Ugly and Wonderful Things"

When I read "All the Ugly and Wonderful Things," one thing made me unable to stop reading. The main character faced a mother with some kind of disorder who couldn't prepare normal meals for her child, couldn't maintain the house, tidy up, or parent properly. It was the first time I saw something that related to my childhood. I previously thought my mother just couldn't cook, but now I might recognize that she couldn't properly complete household tasks either.

My brother and I often discussed the problems we faced—all the things we never learned from our parents. From cleaning the house to organizing, using cleaners, tidying clothes, and cooking, I learned everything from YouTube or Instagram reels. Even now, I can't say I'm good at it, but I try my best to maintain my home. That's why I couldn't stop reading this book. I hadn't met anyone who shared my experience before.

Even though this book is a novel, it's somehow based on a true story. I suddenly felt a little relief. It kind of solved my questions—there might have been some disorder that caused these things to happen. Just by reading her story, I felt like I was watching a part of myself in the narrative. But now I know how to cook, maintain my house, and clean… I'm no longer so similar to her. I realize that not inheriting these patterns is my wonderful gift in life. What else could I dream of?

I've always dreamed about living like a normal person, but I'm grateful too, because I ended up a different person.

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Where do I belong?

What is my identity? I am proud of where I come from, but there has also been so much taken away that I was supposed to have been born with. Now I'm on the immigrant path—a long, long road. What makes it more difficult is wondering: what is my home? I fell in love with another country, but because of immigration policies that make everything uncertain, I suddenly feel like I've lost it.

One place is what I was born with—even though I'm proud of it, it hurt me too much and made me want to leave. The other is where I feel my soul belongs, but I can't see any clear path forward.

I am an outsider in any place.

It's like I've spent everything to sail to a new place, but the only thing I can truly have is peace in my heart.

I don't know how long I can stay here in this place I deeply love, but I hope I can gain more courage to face my journey with peace. And eventually, I will find somewhere I truly belong… right?

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A lesson in pure friendship

Today, I witnessed something beautiful in my group. There's a boy and a girl who are best friends; they're just 6 years old. They do everything together and seem to have their own little world. What really touched me was when the girl hurt her foot because of her sandal and couldn't join the next round of activities. As soon as she said, "I can't play the next round," the little boy immediately declared he wouldn't play either. Because he wants to stay with his friend.

At first, she was holding my hand, but when the boy came to check on her condition and saw she was hurt, he put his arm around her and helped her rest. It was like a scene from a movie or drama.

They show me what true friendship should look like, and I, as an adult, may not know.

This moment reminded me of my own childhood. I used to have very good friends too, but the adults around us often ruined these friendships. They would constantly make comparisons, show jealousy, and express distrust. I was always told that friends must have better grades, be more successful, or provide some benefit—otherwise, we were "wasting time" on these relationships.

This wasn't true at all. Because of adults projecting their own views, I lost many meaningful friendships. That's why I believe we should let children's friendships stay pure and keep adult complications away from them. Let children be children.

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Who I am when I speak English

Have you ever wondered who you are when you can't fully express yourself? What happens to your identity when the words don't flow as naturally as they once did?

Moving to a new place and using a second language to express myself always makes me feel like I'm not the same person I am when using my mother tongue. I started studying English when I was already 23 years old. I can't use English to fully express myself as fluently as my mother tongue, especially since I have excellent knowledge in my native language. Some things I can describe precisely in my mother tongue, I can't reach the same standard in English.

So imagine when I could use my mother tongue, I could play with so many elements to keep conversations flowing. But since everything changed, when someone doesn't have interest in you or where you come from, and we just enter some foreign local social events, what happens? Everybody's laughing, but I have no clue why. They share similar stories, where they grew up, their memories—but what can I share? Some of my personal issues are too unique because of my upbringing, so if no one has any interest in you, sharing those things isn't interesting at all.

Every time I attend any event, I just feel like an outsider. Even walking on the street, everybody is friendly and likes to talk with me, but I know to most of them, our relationship is just that—non-stop small talk. I have never been part of it. Especially since I only lived in the same country for a very long time, the way I made friends was already very familiar to me. But this skill was taken away—what was I supposed to have left?

After many months of awkward events, I finally became part of a local small group. We just play board games together. Even though we don't always consistently talk, we play and laugh together, which suddenly makes me feel I belong somewhere. This feeling is very important for anyone who wants to establish a new life in a completely different place. Suddenly I recognized that the energy I bring to others matters too. Some might enjoy my company, and this is a good enough reason to stay together. I finally don't have to rush to find who I am when I speak English.

And I know I can't become who I am when I speak my mother tongue, even if I live in this place longer. But it doesn't bother me now.