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One month after that disastrous meeting, I have gotten at least a hundred voicemails and a thousand texts from my mother. Eventually, she gave up and stopped trying to contact me. I didn’t mind at all. What was I thinking that day, meeting my mother’s ex was far from an ‘okay’ idea.

It was disaster.

After that, I didn’t try to contact the three of them. I focused my energy on working, Kris had asked about how the meeting went and I spilled everything. He had comforted me with kisses and more, I couldn’t have asked for a better person to be with.

For the first time in my life, I can finally say that I am content with my life.

I guess we’re both happy.

There are bits of my phobia and my past that still haunt my daily life but I refuse to let them take over my life. It’s my life, I am going to live for myself.

Kris and I have been talking about moving to a new city, starting somewhere new. After months and months of elaborate planning, both of us quit our jobs. We moved into a cheap apartment but bigger than my old one. We both have our own room and there’s still another room for a small library.

It was hard at first. No one was hiring, we got into a couple of fights—some bigger than others. We managed to make it work. After one year, Kris got a new position at the clinic and I got a position at a developing company.

I’m content.

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