On The Day I Almost Lost My Love, My Friends Were A Lifeline
The long-lasting impact of kind, loving, acts
Growing up, I moved a lot; I lost count of how many places I lived in. When I want to situate a life event, I think about the school I was attending, so I can remember the town I lived in.
These frequent moves had a massive impact on my social skills. I became a loner. I learned there was no point in making friends; attaching myself to others, because it wouldn't last. As soon as school ended, most likely I’d move again. If not that year, for sure the following one. At least my parents never moved us during the academic year.
When I became a mother, one promise I whispered to my newborn son was: “I will let you grow roots”.
I knew first-hand the negative impact of not having a geographic place to call home. I’m happy to say that my son created strong roots. He’s 30 years old and some of his friends are from his childhood. How I envy him.
I grew up to be a fine communicator and to relate easily with other people, but I still struggle to make friends; to attach, to trust in the relationship. My best friends have been my late partner and now my partner.
Still, over the years, I’ve had friends — people who showed me love and were present when I…