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>This posts (from this serie) are based on my own story for as far as I can remember... I wrote this down for myself mainly, but also to help others which perhaps are struggling with the same problems I did...

This is part six in ***The story of my life***, for the previous parts you can follow the links below this post, that way you can kind a get the whole story right :)

I began starting to write this story for other people who can relate to my experience and for myself to put some things in order to recap some of the problems I have been struggling with. Although things are going great for me, for us (my kids and wife included) that hasn’t always be the case.

So I’m going back where I left the previous part. We were already living in Zutphen for some years, I had made some good friends which I hang out a lot. Two of those friends where close to me, they knew about my situation at home, their parents knew so that was for me somewhat more relaxing that they did understand why some things went as they went. 

I was around the age of (end) 15 / begin 16 when I first met my future wife. It was with a mutual friend of ours at a local bakery (how romantic isn’t it). I immediately was very attracted to her because she had a great smile, a cheerful and positive character and she was looking really nice. I can’t quite remember how we follow up our acquaintance but one of my friends was very interested in my wife’s best friend. So we started to date, I was totally blue when it came to girlfriends so we had some awkward situations when we said goodbye after a date, shall I kiss or or shall I not…And when I didn’t asking myself on the way back why I didn’t do it :).

One of the things I will always remember is when I visited her parents for the first time. They were having friends over so it was bingo for me. Her father and uncle were playing around with me and I felt quite uncomfortable, but hey.. I was at my girlfriend’s house, so no worries for me. At her home I felt at ease, things were going way different than at my house. Dinner was at standard times for example, with the dining table all made up. The way the talked and get around with each other was way different (actually normal). Things I wasn’t used to but got used to quite fast :). 

Due to the circumstances at my home and of course because I wanted to see my girlfriend as much as I could I often was at her house. That pissed my mother terribly of and that triggered her in some way again to try to hurt me with her rude words. She was saying things like “Why aren’t you going to live at her house” and “If it’s better over there, then stay there”.  It was obvious my mother was jealous  and didn’t know how to manage that for herself. 

Lucky me I could talk about it in the open with her parents and with herself, but it had hurt me terribly. Instead of being proud at me and my girlfriend she was badmouthing to everyone about her, about me and about her parents..

After 1,5 year or so a terrible thing happened, she broke up with me. I was devastated and blamed my mother for the most part. My girlfriend felt suffocating cause I was with her all the time and did anything for her without thinking about myself. She couldn’t handle that at that time. The painful thing was that instead of my parents comfort me they were saying that it is for the best and that they were glad things were over and that I perhaps could pay a little more attention to my parents again… Just the things you need when you’re heartbroken……


So, that’s a bit enough for today to memorize all those painful moments, I will continue in the next part.. So feel free to share this among your followers if you think this can help or is interesting to read. If you want to discuss, I would love to see your comments… 

Thank you for taking the time to read my story which it totally real, no fiction about it unfortunately….

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[Part one, the introduction](https://steemit.com/writing/@verhp11/story-of-my-life-part-one-introduction)

[Part two, my first memories](https://steemit.com/life/@verhp11/the-story-of-my-life-part-two-my-first-youth-i-can-remember)

[Part three, Nieuwegein](https://steemit.com/life/@verhp11/the-story-of-my-life-part-three-the-first-signs-of-a-drinking-problem-arkus-and-radio-noord)

[Part four, moving to Zutphen](https://steemit.com/life/@verhp11/part-four-in-the-story-of-my-life-painful-memories)

[Part five, ashamed for friends](https://steemit.com/writing/@verhp11/part-five-in-the-story-of-my-life-the-saga-continues)

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