Well, this is my story of life, which has been for the most part “interesting”. Quotes are there because it’s like in the Chinese way of interesting.
I’ve been the only child of two people that should have never married, but they did, both for the wrong reasons. They in turn have been unwanted children too, from pretty effed families. Like long, long generations of unhappy people marrying others for the wrong reasons.
You probably know what I mean. Maybe you come from a family like that too. Or not. But most likely you’ve known people that come from families like mine. Now, if you examine the history of the world, you’ll find examples like this everywhere, but what makes people create families of their own that follow the generational patterns that have proven to be wrong? Why don’t they change those patterns?
My response? Lack of personal responsibility. It is easier to marry a partner that they know that is not a good match than to remain single and alone. In the beginning of times might have been an evolutionary recipe to survive: grab anybody that is nearby.
But what happens when you live in the twentieth century, your parents have been emotionally miserable their entire lives, and any other member of your family as well, but everybody keeps choosing the same path, over, and over, and over again?
Somebody has to break that pattern, even if it hurts, even if it’s lonely.
Somebody has to change. That somebody has been me. Not that I’ve been happier, not at all. But I’m at peace with my choices, even if they haven’t always been the best.
There’s has been so much heartbreak in my life since the moment I was born that, personally, I couldn’t have done anything else than what I did.
Now onto what matters: what is that heartbreak that I speak about?
You’ll see in the stories that follow. Stay tuned.