life carried on as usual, the same routines continued and I still searched for some form of happiness to fill my life.
I visited a few people from the church with my mom to talk about where I wanted to go and after a while, my decision was final. I was to go be with my aunt for three months and then go to Cyprus afterwards.
One night I had come home the next day from partying and my mother had just woken up, she and I sat down outside together having our morning smoke and she simply shared her fears with my relationship with this boy. She spoke with such gentleness and kindness that it brought relief to my soul and I felt like someone was on my side for once. There was no more fighting with my mom about him, no more arguments or any tension from her just plain love and concern for her daughter.
This touched my heart and helped me keep my mind focused on breaking up with him and so I did.