Memoir Monday: An impossible love that became possible: the love of my parents
An impossible love that became possible: the love of my parents
My parents met by chance, many years ago: my mother was 13 years old and my father was 15 years old. My mom was the daughter of a landowner and my dad was the son of an indigenous woman who worked in the houses of the landowners. Although they only danced that day, they began to meet secretly until my grandmother, my mother's mother, found out about their clandestine love and sent her to another town. My grandmother hated my father because my father was a nobody, according to her.
_Weren't you the one who was in love with me?
I'm still in love with you, but your mom doesn't want you to be with me because I have nothing to offer you,” said my dad, who at the time only had one pair of pants and one shirt. Mom didn't care about that and stayed by my father's side, even when my grandmother arrived and threatened to imprison my father, since he was of age (he was 18) and my mother was a minor (she was 16).
Every day, when he came in from the street, I would wash his pants and shirt so he could go out the next day to look for work, my mom says smiling.
The two of them bought a house and had five children: Egglys, Nohelys, Rosa, Julio and me, Nancy. The two of them were always a team, a duo, the yin and the yan.
And if I had to describe how they were as a couple, I could say that my father was very affectionate, romantic with my mother. He used to write her poems, bring her gifts and give her lots of tender caresses every day. Mom, on the other hand, was always surly, dry, but very attentive, homely and faithful to my father. Dad was a very flirtatious man, partying, extroverted, attentive with women and that bothered my mother a lot, who got jealous and fought with him. That “Don Juan” character was perhaps the reason for their fights as a couple.
Dad and Mom were not meant to be a perfect equation, but the 50 years they were together, they were gloriously happy and very close.
Touching chronicle of a love that still remains today, despite the unfortunate loss of your father, due to his illness. Best regards, @nancybriti1.
That's right, @josemalavem. Love survived death and is infinite. Hugs.
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Que bonita historia de amor, la de tus padres.
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Beautiful and inspiring. All love is possible and infinite. Thank you for your support and comments. Greetings
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What an incredible story about your parents! It takes a lot of work and compromise to stay together for that long and when a couple does it happily it's very inspirational. Love conquers all. Thanks for joining us in Memoir Monday this week Nancy! I hope you're having a good week.
I believe that love is commitment: waking up every day with the commitment to love the other. Thanks to you, Eric. A hug and a good week to you