A few days ago I celebrated 10 years in the UK. It's been a remarkable time in my life - I laughed a lot, cried a lot and I become me - I discovered confidence I didn't realise I had and I love I never knew possible. I have come to realise that who I am and where ever I go in life that I am still me. I exist inside myself.
I knew I had to leave my family behind as sad as that sounds. My parents are toxic and seem to create drama almost out of thin air. I see others having somewhat normal and even happy lies and they are stuck in this cycle. I have mostly freed myself of their shrapnel and selfishness. I love my Dad, but he isn't a good person in my Mom's presence. That is likely my only regret in leaving him behind. But, I have surrounded with a good person, a moral person that I greatly admire. He has taught me so much about kindness and social etiquette. I would argue before this that I wasn't actually living, I just living in a bubble. He sees me through his lens and I still me as someone riddled with flaws.
I got on plane to Manchester 10 years ago, with two suitcases, two bags and my bike to live with someone I was in love with. This couldn't have gone horribly wrong. There was even a time when I thought I might go back home, but through all our challenges I realised we stuck together no matter what. That he accepts me. Before this I was utterly intolerant of flaws or differences, but I understood that you can exist in a relationship with opposite personalities.
I am so grateful to have had two lives.
I am happy with life and I see the future, instead of being obsessed with the past.
