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Taehyung about his Dad‘s habit on ‚You Quiz On The Block‘ 💜🫂
🐯since I was in elementary school, my dad always said something like a habit, 'The only thing left will be our family.'
JS: That's really what parents say a lot.
🐯Even when I was sleeping, my dad whispered that to me: 'The only thing left will be our family.'
Cr: @/sceneryfortae
Heaven Sent
Reluctantly, I send the text, feeling a weight lift as I erase every trace of you from my life. The coffin is closed, and I vow to never speak to you again. With the trauma bonds severed, I embrace my newfound freedom, returning to the world of dating apps.
After countless left swipes, I stumble upon a marginally intriguing profile. Despite my initial reluctance, I decide to give this person a chance. We match instantly and agree to meet for lunch during our work break since we both work in the same city.
As we meet outside Chipotle, I can't shake the feeling of disinterest, but I push it aside. The conversation during lunch is dry, and I find myself struggling to stay engaged. It's evident this man lacks depth, and I'm relieved when it's time to return to work.
Back at the office, I receive a text from him expressing his insecurities, seeking reassurance I can't provide. I politely bid him farewell, grateful to be back to my routine.
The workday ends, and I'm not keen on staying home. Deciding to head to Davis, I change and set out. Arriving, I find parking in a Wells Fargo lot. Unsure of my plans, I decide to wander. Just as I'm about to leave my truck, a white Silverado pulls in beside me, its bed adorned with a large metal cage. Curious, I inquire about it, sparking a conversation with the driver. Intrigued by his work catching mountain lions, I agree to walk with him.
As we stroll, conversation flows effortlessly. We delve into various topics, fully engaged with each other. We connect on various levels. It feels like I've known him forever, and all my previous hurts fade away in his presence. Time flies, and I'm surprised to find we've been walking for hours. Hesitantly, I accept it's time to part ways. He mentions tonight is his last night staying in Sacramento. He will return home tomorrow, which is approximately three and a half hours from my home city. He requested meeting up again, perhaps on his drive back. We exchange numbers and agree to meet again.
In the following days, we stay in constant contact, navigating obstacles and uncertainties together. Despite the challenges, our connection deepens, and we meet halfway between our homes, enjoying each other's company and the passion between us.
However, as his fears resurface and distance becomes a barrier, we realize the impracticality of our relationship. Despite our mutual desire for one another and flawless communication, the geographical gap proved too much for us to overcome. With a heavy heart, I decide it’s time to part ways. I'm grateful for the lessons learned and the brief glimpse of what could have been. He will always be the reminder that my standards are not too high and that sometimes, even perfect matches aren't meant to be.
Free At Last
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across my room. I lay there for a moment, savoring the quiet, the stillness, the absence of dread. For the first time in a long while, I felt at peace. This was freedom, a feeling I had almost forgotten.
My journey to this point was anything but smooth. For years, I had been ensnared in a web of toxic relationships that had drained my energy and distorted my sense of self. Friends who thrived on drama, a partner whose every word was a calculated blow to my self-esteem, and family members who viewed my boundaries as a personal affront. Each day felt like a battle for survival, where merely getting through was the goal.
The decision to cut these people out of my life didn’t come easy. It was a gradual realization, creeping in through the cracks of countless sleepless nights and anxiety-ridden days. I remember staring at my reflection one evening, the weight of constant stress etched into my features. That’s when I knew something had to change. I couldn't keep living in survival mode.
The process was painful. There were heated arguments, accusations, and tears. My phone buzzed less and less as I distanced myself from those who brought nothing but negativity into my life. At times, the silence was deafening, and I questioned whether I was doing the right thing. Was it really worth the isolation?
But slowly, as the days turned into weeks, I began to notice a change. The constant tightness in my chest started to loosen. I no longer woke up dreading the day ahead. Instead, I felt a growing sense of lightness, of possibility. I began to reclaim pieces of myself that had been lost in the chaos.
I started each day with a simple ritual: a cup of tea on my porch, watching the world come alive. No rush, no immediate demands. Just me, my thoughts, and the soft morning breeze. I rediscovered hobbies I had abandoned—hiking, reading, writing—and found joy in these small, quiet moments. They were mine, untouched by the toxicity that had once consumed my life.
I found myself laughing more, genuinely enjoying conversations with new friends who brought positivity and support into my life. These relationships were based on mutual respect and understanding, not manipulation or control. It was a stark contrast to what I had known, and it felt like stepping into the sunlight after years spent in a dark room.
One evening, as I sat on a park bench watching the sunset, I realized just how far I had come. The vibrant colors painted across the sky felt like a celebration of my newfound freedom. I was no longer in survival mode, constantly bracing for the next attack. I was living, truly living, and it was a revelation.
In this new space, free from toxic influences, I could breathe. I could dream again, set goals, and work towards them without the constant drag of negativity pulling me down. I learned to trust myself, to value my own worth, and to surround myself with people who uplifted and inspired me.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I had fought hard to remove the toxicity from my life, and the reward was more than I had ever imagined. I was no longer a prisoner to the demands and manipulations of others. I was free to be myself, to pursue my dreams, and to live a life that was truly my own.
For the first time, I understood what it meant to thrive, not just survive. I had reclaimed my life from those who sought to control it, and in doing so, I had discovered a world of possibilities. This was my life, and I intended to live it fully, joyfully, and without apology.