RIZA PART 4
While I was still struggling to find a job, she was the one who looked after me —
mentally, physically, and financially.
Honestly, you could say I was probably one of the luckiest gays alive for everything she did for me.
She gave me the kind of love and care I used to only wish for during my 6-year relationship.
And she did all of it because she wanted me to learn to love myself again — but this time from a healthier, more positive perspective.
She decorated my office and turned it into something warm and cozy.
She would prepare late-night meals or make coffee for me while I sat for hours in front of my computer, endlessly sending resumes and applications.
Not because I asked her to.
But because she wanted me to feel appreciated for trying.
She even took care of my physical appearance.
I had gained weight from years of stress and emotional exhaustion, and instead of making me feel insecure about it, she introduced me to a medical treatment that could help with weight loss.
It was expensive.
Something I would’ve never spent on myself.
But she shared that with me because she wanted me to see myself differently.
She wanted me to become a reflection of growth — someone who looked healthy, carried myself well, and could stand confidently in front of others.
She brought me into her own health journey.
And somewhere along the way, my heart condition slowly became manageable again.
My patterns normalized.
I became healthier.
And looking back now…
I can honestly say this:
She gave me everything.
Not just comfort.
Not just love.
She gave me the version of myself I was slowly starting to become proud of.
Comments
Post a Comment