Coming Home After Five Years

I am back with the next part of my life.

This is how I started my life in a big city. The woman I lived with was so good to me. She became like a big sister to me. After six months, I started school. It was only half a day, so I could manage both my work and my studies.

She helped me with everything, even cooking. I felt so free with her. I could tell her how I felt, and I never felt afraid to speak. She always treated me with respect. Every month, she gave me my salary, just as she had promised.

Slowly, my dream was coming true.

Distance, Doubts, and an Unexpected Spar 3

 After my vacation ended, I went back home to my normal routine. But even with the distance, he and I talked almost every hour.

We shared everything: "Did you eat?" , "What time do you go to work?" , "Goodnight." We would stay on the phone until I fell asleep. But after a while, the sweet calls began to shift. The questions became different: "Where are you?" , "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" , "Why didn't you call?" Argument after argument became our new normal.