I used to love you so much. Being a Masters’ and then a PhD student was an absolute honour. I’m grateful that you funded my studies and for all other practical support you offered. It helped me to study and grow. Then I got my dream job – a lectureship at my alma mater. I was over the moon.
Except, on the first day of my new shiny job I had a miscarriage.
So I blamed you. I thought all that stress caused me this huge loss. I started secretly resenting you. When I left for my second maternity leave, I decided I won’t be coming back. I worked extra hard to build my own business. It’s coming together. Slowly.
I’m back from maternity leave, and it looks like I’ll be staying with you for a while longer. I appreciate all the financial support you’ve been giving me over the years. It feeds my dreams and aspirations.
Being a fairly pragmatic person, I’m learning to love you again. It’s not the same head over hills kind of love. There isn’t the same passion and magic. It’s more down to earth and grounded type of love. Maybe that’s what happens with time. After all, our love affair has been going on for over 10 years.
I’m sure you don’t mind that I love you differently these days. Unlike me, you don’t take things personally. People like me come and go, and so does love…