I broke a promise to my family for love.

Thirty years ago I worked in an insurance company in the area of vehicles, I lasted about six months in that job. When I left, I started a love relationship with a former co-worker, at first it started as a game, until I realized that the attraction was mutual.

The detail was that at that time I was still living with my maternal family, consisting of my mother, my grandmother and an aunt. Although I was of age, they still overprotected me and I didn't really give any trouble because I was in my comfort zone.

I helped in the housework, I learned to cook, to iron and above all they instilled in me values for life, and taught me the importance of a woman in society and why you have to treat others in the best possible way.

This attraction that I felt towards that girl made me spend less time at home and more time at her house, so I would arrive home late at night. This upset my family's nerves.

My late arrivals happened because I really liked being next to this pretty girl, we were getting to know each other and even though we didn't have the same tastes we were attracted to each other, as they say, opposites attract.

Immediately, I had to listen to very long talks about the dangers of being on the street until late at night, which is why they made me promise that whenever I went out I would be home by 8 pm at the latest.

It was difficult to fulfill this promise because I encouraged and got this beautiful woman, the object of my love, to study at night at the University, and almost always at night I accompanied her to the bus terminal until she got on a bus that would take her to the doors of her house. I did this so as not to leave her alone and besides, she lived in another city in Venezuela called Guarenas, approximately 45 minutes away from where I lived in Caracas.

I ran from the bus terminal to the subway, then to the bus station, then, when I got on the bus, I had to go through a very dangerous neighborhood to get to the building where I lived with my family.

I resisted scoldings and reproaches for breaking my promise, I defended myself by claiming that everything I did was for love. Sometimes there were days when she could not go to her house and I would take her to mine, of course I had to sleep on a sofa. In the morning, sometimes we wouldn't even have breakfast and would rush off to work.

At first my family relationship began to feel tense, now the talk was about how I should take care of myself and her, about the care I had to take so as not to harm her. But deep down I wondered why so much talk if we were both over 25 years old.

One day the inevitable happened, as time went by my girlfriend and I decided to get married and establish a family, we went through many stories looking for a property that was within our reach but we did it.

After getting married a year later we had a beautiful little girl, who is already studying at university, and we managed to move to a larger property in which the three of us can live together.

If I did not dedicate time to my girlfriend, now my wife, risking to arrive late to my single house, I would not have given me the opportunity to create a new family and to have a home of my own.

My family eventually had to support me as they realized that this girl was the love of my life. They helped us a lot in establishing a new home and raising my daughter.

Many thanks again to the Hive Learners community for setting up these interesting and very entertaining dynamics in which there is always something to learn. Greetings to all.

I created the collage using the free online graphic design tool Canva, in conjunction with the online background editor application Clipping Magic. These are the sources of the images taken from Pixabay: Source, Source.

The photograph is my property and was taken with my Iphone 4 cell phone.