Dysfunctional Planner

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

He was my first love and a good boyfriend until he wasn’t. He adored me and made me feel like the most important person in the world.

We were friends for 6 months before I accepted there was something between us.

He promised me a future and I believed him.

So I packed up my life in Edinburgh and flew across the world to be with him.

It didn’t start well.

We agreed he would not go back to school ( he wanted to become a teacher) until the next year. That way we would both have to get jobs and start our new life as equals.

So he enrolled in school straight away and I struggled to get work to support us.

We moved four times before I left. Packing up our suitcases and moving to our next home.

I saw some beautiful bits of Australia but because it was supposed to be a permanent move I didn’t explore it enough!!!

It was stressful and I was lonely and down and we were broke, so he fell out of love with me. I wasn’t the positive entity he had known in Scotland.

I knew.

He kept picking fights.

I was so scared he was going to break up with me that I was the perfect girlfriend always on egg shells.

Till I asked him and he said yes. I don’t love you any more.

I was in Australia with no support.

None.

My sister paid for a flight to New Zealand and I didn’t know when I would be back. I was over my luggage allowance and I couldn’t afford to pay for more.

I looked at the lady on the desk and point at him and said he doesn’t love me anymore. She gave him a filthy look and said don’t worry. Told him to take a suitcase home and I could pack what I needed.

That lady was my hero.

I spent a month in beautiful New Zealand. Christmas with my sister it was lovely but I was a mess. Vicky looked after me.

And I had to go back to him.

And I did.

And it was normal. It felt good, we were the same but when I cried he hated me. He hated me for feeling guilty.

The Love had died but not my love.

In the end I just booked my flight.

Sydney, Thailand for 5 days, Seychelles for 2 weeks, France for a month and then London forever.

It was a long and lonely time.

When I got to France he told me he made a mistake, so I looked up flights back to Australia.

My brother told me no, he doesn’t love you he just misses being with someone, that’s not love.

And I understood.

A month later he met someone and later married her.

I never wanted Australia, so it worked out fine in the end.

Having your heart broken is the hardest thing, it’s a long and lonely road but it does give you beginning and a healing.

I waited a year before I felt ready to love again. And that is how I met my now husband.