The story of a 9 month

Love.

Love and appreciation.

Love and gratitude.

Love and hope.

What more can anyone ask for!?

Reading the title some may imagine I'll talk about a pregnancy and child bearing story but no. I am afraid I'll disappoint you, I am not that woman. 

I was pregnant with trust and love of people who put a responsibility on my shoulders, trusted me with what I never knew I could deal with.

The start, I was bored, frustrated, vegetating.  Looking for a chance, a way out, a new break through. I was looking for something to use my energy, use my thinking facilities, my potentials.

The hope, an unplanned call, an unintentional joke brought the ray of light into my life.

Then came the trust that started it all. I was trusted. They trusted me. They took a risk, gambled on me. I was too bored to decline the offer. I took it without much thought, without calculating, without over-thinking that always made you back up.

Suddenly came the silence, the isolation, the chosen aloneness. I was there facing my new responsibilities alone with no tools or stereotypes, trying to make the change, they entrusted me to do.

I tried, I worked , I smiled and faced the obstacles from within me and from the outside. It was hard but  the support and encouragement was non ending. It made me go on.

I went through it all with help, yes. I was lucky, yes. I was loved, yes. And I did it. The journey of the last nine month, showed me a lot about me. I learned that treasures lie within till necessity wakes it up. Each one of us can do double and may be triple what he is doing now without even getting tired or out of breath if he believed he can.

I was lucky, that I had people who trusted me and gave me the chance, and all through the journey stood by me. I am thankful.

I was afraid, I was shy and confused

Then I learned to trust my instincts and my reason 

I faced my daemons and walked through it all

I have to say it, 'I did it' 

This is what jwoman had to say 2 month ago

I hate you

I hear your voice vibrating through the air. The space between us carries it so intimately to my ears. Didn't this damned air know that 'I hate you'. I dream to turn the space between us into vacuum where no sound or light can be transmitted. Maybe this will help me hate you more deliberately.

You say I once before sent you more than a hundred messages on your mobile saying 'I hate you'. Did this really happen or are you exaggerating as ever to make a funny impressive joke?

Do you know that you're turning my life into a joke. 

Do you know that 'I hate you' is the only statement I am thinking of right now!!!

I really hate you.

I do.

This is not an insult, it is an instantaneous feeling that overwhelms me, much too often lately. I live my life no more related to you, no more dependent on you. But sometimes you remember and come back producing a pseudo unreal effect that drives me to try revive the dead, relive a past. This is when 'I hate you.'

This is what jwoman had to say a month ago.