I thought about breaking up with him, but I didn’t want to give up so easily.
I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I give in?
I never said “break up,” no matter how bad our fight got.
I was scared that Sam would say yes, and then I wouldn’t be able to change my mind.
I didn’t want to say goodbye because I knew in my heart that I still loved him.
I thought I could put up with that forever.
I didn’t expect that one day I would get tired of this relationship.
My love for him was full, but as time went on, it spilt over the glass like milk.
Until the glass that held my love was empty.
It turned out that my love wasn’t endless and could run out.
I knew I didn’t love him anymore when I realised he couldn’t make me feel anything.
I didn’t feel bad about anything and was at ease.
Before I broke up with him, I thought about it a lot.
We should break up because I don’t love him anymore.
I thought we would live together until we were old and get married and have kids.
I have dreamed about our life together in the future over and over again.
But I might as well stop now before I hurt myself even more.
I’m twenty-eight now, not young, and I might never meet a man who I love as much as I love Sam.
But who cares? Life isn’t just about love.
I’m not old, and I can change my steps. It’s not too late to start over.
I don’t regret my relationship with Sam.
We had a great start, and I know what it feels like to be loved.
I loved, devoted, and learnt a lot in this relationship.
I don’t think it’s a waste of my youth. I think it makes me a more mature and calm woman.
I am not afraid to love, and I am also not afraid to lose.
Sam didn’t come back on the second day or the third day after we met in the hospital.
I don’t know if he will always stay away from me.
My mum calls me when I’m going to see him and talk to him in person.
She says my father’s leg hurts a lot these days. They took him to the hospital and had his leg X-rayed. The doctor said it wasn’t serious.
I still worry about him, so I tell my mom, “Why don’t you come to me tomorrow?” I’ll take Dad to a better hospital for a checkup. “You should have one too, Mom.”
My parents live in a small county, and it takes them more than an hour to get to the city by train.
I took two days off and picked them up at the train station at 9 a.m.
The good news is that my dad’s pain isn’t too bad and he just needs to rest.
There is also nothing wrong with my mother’s test results.
I decide to show them around because there is still one day off and a weekend. I book a hotel room for them and take them outside to have fun for three days. We take a lot of pictures.
I took a picture of my family and posted it on Instagram while we were on our way to the train station.
Sam called me right after I posted it.
“Your parents are here?””
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me then?””
“Why do I have to tell you?””
“I could have shown you around the city if you had told me,”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t good at dealing with older people and weren’t ready to meet my parents?””
He doesn’t say anything on the other end of the photo.
“Let’s meet up and talk tonight. “Not talking to each other won’t fix the problem.” After I said that, I hung up the phone without waiting for him to respond.
We have been together for seven years, but we have never met each other’s parents. When we were younger, we didn’t think much about where our relationship would go.
I started to think about getting married when I was 26.
