From the age of 15, I grew up with my grandmother. Even though I needed to leave for work and move to a different country we were always in touch. When I was back in the States I would stay with her. We would sit for hours on end just talking. When she finally passed at 96, I was much older and had spent many happy years with her. I was saddened by her leaving, but I knew she was tired and needed to go. After this, I reconnected with my dad, which I was always very close to. It is a complicated story about why I was living with my grandmother. I basically had to do with sending me to the US to learn English. My mom thought that was very important to me and that she had made the right decision to do this.
My Father passed a few years ago and this has left a major hole in my life. I do miss him so and it just seems that things aren't the same without him here. He was the one who could control my mom and keep her in place. Now that he is gone life is a mess with my mom and things are way too complicated. My boyfriend is always there and he has always been an important person in my life. He seems to make the problems seem less complicated and has a great way of looking at things.