Just after I graduated from high school, my boyfriend at the time moved back to his mama. Of course, I was really upset and whatever else because we’d spoken about it and we both thought that he’d be staying in Guyana till we were both ready to go to college, and then hopefully we’d be going to colleges that were close. The day before he left, my mother took my sister to Trinidad to university, and my brother was on the same flight with him out to Trinidad but then he went on to Jamaica and my ex-boyfriend went on to Miami. My eldest sister was married by then. So it was just my dad and miserable I cooped up in a two story, five bedroom house. And my, that’s a big house for a quiet man and his miserable daughter. I came home from school, plopped myself down on to my bed and just lay there for about the next 45 minutes, miserable. My dad came upstairs, because he works at home from an office, and said, “Mich? Do you want to go for an iced capp?” This has been the one and only time in all my life that my dad has offered to take me to buy coffee, it’s usually me asking him to use the car (because I have my own keys) to go get coffee. So I was sitting in the car, dead quiet, and he said to me “What’s meant to be, will be.” Meaning, that if said ex-boyfriend and I were meant to spend the rest of our lives together, no matter what happens, we would.
My sister who had moved to Trinidad reconnected with her high school sweetheart, who is now living in Trinidad. And it turns out that they had had their own issues and my dad had said to both of them as well, “What’s meant to be, will be.” I learned this when I was home for Christmas and the entire family was out having dinner and I chirped, “That’s the same thing he told me!”
That must have been the only relationship-like advice my dad has ever given to his children. My sister will be marrying her high school sweetheart in less than a year, I guess that means that it was meant to be. I know nothing was meant to be in my relationship. But I think their story is just amazing.
I wonder about people who are supposed to be car enthusiasts and can’t work a clutch. How much of an enthusiast are you really?
I also wonder why car manufacturing companies continue to make two door coupes in automatic. What is the point of a sports car in automatic? Where is the fun in driving that?
And thirdly, for all the people who say they drive aggressively in their automatics, I highly doubt that. Your automatic definitely isn’t going to respond to you the way my stick shift Grand Vitara does to me when I drop a gear and step on the gas, even if its littler. You need to go rethink that and come again.
Just another night…
Just a couple more weeks…
Street puppets getting on bad.
There’s something about every single romantic relationship I have ever been in resembling that of one of my older sister’s. Whether its the fact that our guys were both born on the same day, or they moved to the same city and things ended up turning out the same way, or the way we worry about them the same way when shit happens and continue to worry about some of them when nothing is going on anymore. My mother wasn’t lying when she said I was a replica of my older sister.
I hate seeing the people I care about be anxious, nervous, upset or worried and not being able to do anything about it.
Answer:
Yep. Actually, what I found really strange, was that my mom was very open about the fact that she’d be fine with the person I was talking to back in December/January coming to Guyana to spend New Years with me. I didn’t ask or mention it prior to her stating that. It may have to do with the fact that she met his parents two years ago.
What an agonizing night…
