My mom’s neighbor

19. May 2019

Dreamcatcher

Germany

He’s my mother’s neighbor. For more than 2 years I only noticed him twice. I liked his look back then, but as I was in a relationship at that time I had no interest in getting to know him better.

One night I dreamed about him. Completely confused by the dream that kept me going, I decided to look for him on the Internet the next day. It didn’t take long for his photo to appear on my screen. I hesitated briefly and then texted to him. He answered soon, and we arranged a first date.

The date was terrible. So terrible that I drank alcohol… a lot of it! I was just talking nonsense all evening long. Next day I knew that I had screwed up. He didn’t answer the phone any more. Disappointed, but still convinced that he should be the man at my side, I persisted and took the initiative again. He, on the other hand, behaved distant and disinterested.

Sadly, I decided to give up. But it did not take long and he invited me to another date. One date turned into many dates. Finally, we decided to be a couple.

As a woman, I often thought that you should not chase after men. Looking back, my persistence was worth it and I couldn’t be happier to have such a great man at my side today.

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I met Miguel on my very first day in Peru. My friend and I knocked the door of the Pepper’s Hostel in Lima on a Monday night and as the door opened, there he was. Miguel turned out to be the owner of the hostel that we had booked for the first week of our stay.

I had a little crush on Miguel from the very beginning. I liked the way he dressed. I liked the way he looked. I liked the way he talked. I was into his tattoos. I liked that somehow he seemed like a little mystery. Those feelings finally caused me to break up with my boyfriend. At this time, I never thought I would have anything serious with Miguel – ever.

It didn’t take me long to realize that Miguel was a little Don Juan and I saw myself as one of many. Still, I was in for the adventure and wanted more. We started to go out more often, met in the night, cooked for each other, had good conversations, hung out, teased each other on Facebook and so it went on until one night at a club. When I started to a friend of him, he left the club without saying a word. I left the club completely upset and disappointed. Tears rushed down my face.

Back home in my apartment I heard something on my window. “Clack”. And Again “Clack”. I pulled up the window shades and looked down on the street. There he was, throwing stones on my window, hoping that I would come down. So I did. He was breaking out in tears, shouted “I want you to be mine!”.

Today we are married and live happily together in Austria. The picture shows a Peruvian Cholita in Vienna. Miguel painted it for our shared apartment.

While still in Peru Miguel and I hypothesized about why we found each other given that we lived so far apart for all our lives. Miguel said that everyone has a kind of counter pole in the world. They move exactly on the opposite side of the globe until they match one day like magnets do. I think so too.

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When we started our pub tour in my hometown, I was quite shy at first and not very excited of my “decoration” either. But little by little I liked this “game”. I got to know some guys and also took some cash through my “kissing initiative”.

Early in the morning we entered a bar where a group of men were and seemed to have fun. Therefore, my friends and I joined them. When an older man of the group spotted my sign, he said he would pay a kiss for his son. The young guy was very embarrassed and refused.

Then another guy from this group said that if his friend didn’t want to kiss me, he would do that. And so he did. This guy was the last one I kissed that night and the only one I’ve ever kissed since then. We have been a happy couple for over six years and the guy who didn’t want to kiss me is now one of my best friends.

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On that day, my mother collapsed during her Christmas shopping. Shortly before, she had managed to give me a call. “Mom, don’t worry. Tell me which hospital you’re going to, I’ll be there immediately and let everyone know.” I didn’t know that these were the last words I would say to her. Only one phone call later my boyfriend was there with my siblings.

My mother had to undergo an emergency surgery. After eight hours, at three o’clock in the morning, we got the call that the operation had to be stopped because my mother was already too weak. She was put into an induced coma and taken to the coronary care unit.

At that time, I was 19, had just finished my A-levels, and lived with my mom. I wanted to study law. She was not only my mother, but also my best friend.

The first time I saw my mother in a coma, my boyfriend was with me. He waited in front of the infirmary. It was so hard to see my mom like that. I didn’t know a person could feel so much pain, sorrow and grief. After this hardly bearable visit, I had to talk to my boyfriend. I understood that no matter how my mother’s condition would develop further, we had a tough time ahead of us. I wanted my boyfriend to tell me whether he was ready to accompany on my way – my way as a caring or grieving daughter. I did not force him to go through this time with me. I would not have been angry with him if he had decided to leave. I felt so much pain because of my mother that I wouldn’t have even noticed another pain, however hard it may sound. My boyfriend started crying and said “It hurts to see you suffer so much. I will not leave you alone and we will get through this together.

On November 25, my mother passed away. She died in the company of her loved ones – her friends and her family.

My mother is my hero and my boyfriend is my angel. Without him I would not have been able to study law. My family, my friends and above all my mother’s friends supported me in everything I did.

I believe that God (or whoever is up there to rule everything) sends people into your life at certain times to overcome hard times. Today, almost four years after my mother’s death, my boyfriend and I live together. I can’t imagine any other person at my side. My love for him is indescribable and I am grateful that he is there for me at every breakdown, every outburst of tears or rage, every Mother’s Day, every day of death and every birthday. Whenever grief overcomes me he lights up my day.

He is my personal angel. Thank you for existing!

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Next week we will try to reach the summit again.
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He was sharing a room with another boy named Michael, who was also his age. As I visited my son every day, Michael’s father, Rene, who was also a single parent, did too. We talked for hours about all sorts of things. Our children got on very well and loved to pursue their shared passion of solving puzzles. That’s why I bought the two of them this big puzzle so that they could work on it together while we adults were at work during the day.

After a week, just before the puzzle was finished, Michael was released from the hospital. When I heard this I got goose bumps. Despite all the emotional torments and worries about my child in the recent weeks, I was looking forward to going to the hospital every day and meeting my son, Michael and Rene, as we were like a small family. I did not know how to overcome these days alone in the hospital without them both, the feelings of loneliness and helplessness overwhelmed me again.

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I immediately noticed a young man from the past. He also recognized me and headed directly towards me. We talked all evening long, interrupted only by expressions of sympathy for our mutual single friend wherein we raised our glasses. Although, we had not seen each other for many years, I felt an incredible bond and warmth that I had never experienced before. One month after this evening, which had started as a sad event, we became a couple.

After we told our mutual friend that we were together now and that we met each other again on that evening, he gave us this stuffed animal. This teddy bear has been his lucky charm from his childhood on. Now it should bring us luck.

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