What happens is what is convenient
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
<< John Lennon >>
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The meeting and the beginning of the relationship.
Today I come to talk to you about a personal episode in my life, this is something that happened many years ago, it is about a relationship I had with a girl named Dina, this happened around April 2005.
In those days I was a very reserved person, much more than I am now, so it was difficult for me to communicate and have relationships, socialize with people.
I should mention that for those who do not know, I always suffer from what is called Asperger's syndrome, a factor that makes it very challenging for me to communicate and interact with people because I like to be in my world and in my things, I feel comfortable. Being alone.
But at that time I was in a romantic mood and through a phone chat application I started talking about different things in the chat and I met this girl named Dina.
Everything was going very well, we started talking, we exchanged phone numbers and what happened was that the relationship became more and more serious to the point that we started making long-term calls. I acquired a special phone line with a plan that She allowed us to speak in a limited way on a monthly basis and that's how I communicated with her.
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The distance and the visit.
She lived in a place in the interior of the country, it was about 12 hours away from where I lived, so we couldn't see each other very often and I remember that my late mother helped me a lot in those days, she lent me money so I could go visit her and so I did.
The relationship was going very well, I spent almost a month there where she lived, staying of course in a hotel and we went out every day, she showed me everything that Tiger City is and we had a great time.
After staying three weeks I decided to go meet her parents, her parents wanted to meet me and the parents were farmers who lived on a farm and I decided to go with her to spend about another month there getting to know and living with her parents in a remote place. of God.
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Social differences and the beginning of problems.
And what happened was that since she was a very humble person from a very humble family, they are used to that world and I had a higher social class than her, it's not that I was a millionaire or a person with a lot of money but that I did have a higher social class.
What happened was that the relationship was very beautiful but things happened, my mother became seriously ill during those years with dementia and I needed help, I asked her for help to come live with me here in the house and help me with my mother. and that way we could spend more time together, and she obviously didn't accept until I finally convinced her to come.
But my dad objected to it and the relationship was obviously damaged because of it. But most of all because she said that we were from different worlds, from different social classes and that it couldn't work.
She ended up walking away from me.
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The breakup and the consequences.
I let her go because I understood that there were going to be too many obstacles even though her father managed to accept me and that was an episode of which I have made a video in Spanish, telling how the father received me with a machete, because he understood that I went to ask for her hand the day I went to visit them.
I only went to introduce myself to the parents so that they could meet me and the father had understood that I was going to ask for her hand, but that is part of another curious episode that I recounted in the video.
In the end, Dina decided to leave and break up the relationship because we were from different social classes and my heart broke. I still love her today and I would be willing to get back with her if I could, but unfortunately I lost her phone number.
She had a cell phone where she had written down her phone number, it was stolen from me and she had the phone number of her mother, her sisters, etc.
She does not have social networks to be able to contact her again.
However, doing some research I discovered that she is still alive and she continues to live there in that city.
The only way to contact her would be for me to take the risk of going to visit her parents one day and ask her for her phone number, but for that I would have to travel 12 hours and I am not in a position to do so now.
Also, because of my Asperger's condition, I prefer to be like this, to continue being alone and I suppose that these are experiences in life that taught me to learn to let go.
And since I am currently a stoicist, I let things happen as they should happen and I accept them as they are.
This is my black cat "manclar", this account is to honor his dead (it happened years ago).
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