I love my parents so much… I mean, they have wronged me many many times, but I still feel like I don’t deserve them.
Valentine’s day in my country is today (June 12th), and my boyfriend broke up with me in February. You see, he told me I would never find anyone who could love me. I should also bring up the fact that I have BPD, anxiety, depression and really low self esteem, so yeah, that hurted a lot. It hurted so much that I ended up in a psychiatric clinic, ‘cause my chronic depression and my anxiety had never been so high before. There was when I found ou I have BPD practically since childhood (I know, they don’t diagnose kids)… I’m still there today, but now I’m allowed to come back home to sleep.
I live 14h apart from my parents (I guess it’s about 900km or a bit more), and they made friends with a baker in my city and asked him to bring me everything I used to love during my exchange in Denmark (breads, jams, cakes…), which are mostly hard to find here, either the flavor is the jams or the type of the bread… The exchange was a very happy period of my life I miss it terribly!
Anyway, my day could not be better. I got to remember my beloved exchange, my second home, and there’s no way I’ll spend my whole day under my blankets now, after this wonderful surprise. Also, the baker is a lovely guy, and he brought his young son along with him. Both were super kind to me and said wonders about how my parents love me and how they’ve been planning this surprise for weeks now!
I love my parents. Even though they are still assh*les sometimes I can feel that this time they are really trying to understand me. Also, now I have tons of food to eat this weekend, mwahahahahahahahahah!