The reason why I don’t have kids. Part two.After the whole history with my brother, it took us quite some time to get back on track. As they say ‘life goes on’ and that is a fact. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean that it’s easy, for my parents the mourning process was a long one, which is very understandable. They are strong and I admire them, my mother is 84 and my father is turned 92 last week. Quite an age.
At the time of the death of my brother I was in a relation with a guy that is still a dear friend, I’ve always considered him as the love of my life, but that’s probably because he had the most impact on me. I looked up to him and he was the first guy I dated that was not jealous, and although he was always there for me I was not his top priority. He learned me a lot. I will never forget this period in my life and I often wonder how it would be if we would still be an item. I was young and didn’t really know what to do in life and because of his busy job away from home we ended the relation. I didn’t want to live two lives at the same time and I couldn’t deal with my insecurities.