I was taking a step back, relooking on how I have been these years. Indeed, securing a “replacement” have left me nothing more than being jaded.
The usual is for me to compare my situations with real-life happenings before evaluating and coming up with a display of solutions.
I stopped in my tracks when I noticed something peculiar about my parents. See, they separated when I was barely 2. Both remarried now. Honestly, I’m still… I couldn’t find a word to describe what I’m feeling right now…
Anyways, I know it’s hard for Mom to get over Dad. Once, she told, she wanted to get back together, for me. I know Dad is her first love. To think that he broke her heart into millions of pieces and didn’t even try to pick the debris just shows what type of a person he is.
Moving on… Growing up, as a young girl, I love asking questions. No doubt, since some of the world’s smartest people ask alot of questions, people like Einstein for example. I’m not saying that I’ll die as a scientist or that I’m a smart ass, but I have reasons to think, I’m more than ordinary. ;p
Growing up, I had to adapt to changes. Unlike most of the kids, growing up with a pair of parents, I had one too, but they don’t live together. When my parents remarried, I had to get to know my new parents, since I’m going to spend the rest of my life with them anyway.
True, what I studied in Sociology/Social Psychology, children at a tender age tend to remember and absorb things easily. I had the liberty to ask My New Mom and New Dad things about them. I speak my mind. I don’t keep my questions, I never thought of the right time or place. As long as I can remember, I ask questions anywhere, anytime and at any place.
“What is your favourite colour?”
“When is your birthday?”
“How many siblings do you have?”
“When is your birthday?”
“What do you work as?”
“Where did u meet Mom/Dad?”
These are just some of the questions. Of course, I know the answers to these questions. Sometimes, when I imagine what was it like to be the Little Lela, I kinda pity her.
Anyways………. Let’s not digress here… Back to the topic, there’s something weird about my parents, both the Original and the New ones. Both Dads have similar tastes. Moms too.
Both Dads love the colour green. Moms love yellow. Moms are the 6th child of 9 children. Moms have straight hair, but they both prefer curls. Oh, and so much more.
I don’t know if it’s purely coincidental. I mean, why would one want a new partner who has the same characteristics of the old one? Because he/she can’t get over the old one? Is that it?
If there’s one thing that my parents have succeeded in, is finding a replacement. As for me, not looking, not searching, not finding, just waiting…