Life Lessons From My Long Distance Love – The Gift I Never Saw Coming

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Old habits die hard, so it has been difficult for me to accept this new chapter in my life. But last year I took my biggest leap of faith deciding to enter into a long-distance relationship. I am probably the most cautious person you will ever meet so it is completely unlike me to go against the grain in this way. Nevertheless, as I have said many times in previous posts for me to prosper things have to change. And I think I have done it in one of the most drastic ways.

As many 90-day fiance episodes I consumed I never saw myself opting for transatlantic love. I always quietly wanted a love that ran deeper than the ocean, with very little hassle and was within UK grounds. The cultural differences, barriers and financial implications that are major themes of the show never appealed to me, as the obstacles that are involved with love are hard enough to navigate. Saying this being thousands of miles apart from my boyfriend has had its strong positives, it has helped me learn things about the world that were long-time unanswered questions. Here are some key lessons I’ve learned along the way:

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Patience: An Unwavering Virtue

I hate waiting long periods for anything, as a Londoner that is even shorter as waiting more than 2 minutes for a train on the underground is considered grounds for a serious complaint. Being in a relationship means you are working with another person’s schedule and that can personally be one of the most frustrating things as they never manage to achieve it to my timely standard. My boyfriend is probably one of the calmest people I have ever met which at times makes him a lot slower than me to do things. As annoying as this can be, it serves as one of his most admirable qualities which makes me more mindful about when and how I approach situations. Taking my time to react or make a decision helps me manage my expectations and find joy in the little things.

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Understanding Differences: Embracing the Tapestry of Culture

Although my partner and I originate from the same cultural background. Being a British citizen adds a whole new layer to our relationship. Despite speaking the same language, our customs often differ which can cause tension. I have always considered communication to be the key to success. Still, I can admit not being provided the right tools earlier on in life doesn’t always make me the perfect listener when situations are heightened. In a long-distance relationship, most of the time communication is all you have, but when you are talking from different positions it can put a strain on the union. Embracing these differences has been an enriching experience. We’ve learned to appreciate how our unique perspectives broaden our understanding of the world. It’s a constant learning process that keeps things interesting and supports working me with others in various environments.

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Trusting Your Heart: A Compass in Uncertain Seas

I have a fearful/avoidant attachment style, meaning that even though I desire closeness from others I am afraid of it not being reciprocated. So choose distance to protect myself. This has made me look at life in a more logical way ignoring the thoughts of my heart when making decisions. Throughout the time I have been in this relationship I have noticed the response of my heart becoming louder, where I could usually put the feeling to bed began showing up overtly (ps crying at the airport was not on my bucket list). Even though no relationship is perfect, this is showing me that my heart is capable of making great judgements. I am currently happy and creating this overseas bond has shown me how far believing in my abilities, and never counting myself out can take me. This newfound self-reliance has been empowering and has strengthened the foundation of trust within all of my relationships.

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Forgiveness: Not a Sign of Weakness

Forgiving but never forgetting has always been my motto, I used to think that you were the weakest link if you gave another person the opportunity to repeat an offence against you. Although that made me feel like my heart was safe and secure, the reality is I was putting unnecessary distance between me and what I truly wanted. We all have imperfections, learning to forgive, both myself and my partner, has been essential for maintaining harmony and encouraging positive self-talk. I now recognise that forgiveness isn’t about condoning mistakes, but about understanding and moving forward stronger, which has been a valuable life lesson.

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Independence: Saving Myself From Heartache

Being a witness to tumultuous relationships turned me off wanting to put my all into something that statistics would say is guaranteed to end in chaos. My hyper-independence is a security measure created to protect me not only from being hurt. But also to avoid hindrance from achieving my life goals. When getting married the bible talks about the strength of a 3 strand cord. I prefer the “two heads are better than one” concept but it was something that I have struggled to actualise. The distance doesn’t always allow my boyfriend to do everything I would like. However, whenever he takes the load of a weight I have been carrying be that by finding a solution to a long-standing problem, or intently listening to an emotional burden. It provides a reason as to why some things are that much better when there are 2 people in it together.

Long-distance relationships are not for the faint-hearted. But the lessons they offer are invaluable. Through patience, open communication, and embracing unique challenges, they can blossom into extraordinary journeys of growth and connection. Not only do they provide the possibility of building an impenetrable bond for you and your significant other. Furthermore allowing you to personally develop in ways you didn’t think were possible. Especially when you are doing it with the right one.

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The Definition of Love…

As a woman whose history is made up of an ever absent father, and a mother who did all she could to provide tangible lessons to make it through this odyssey we call life. It has left me with thoughts about the messages I have been given about love?

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Up until about 6 years old, the relationship I had with my father was something you would see in those American movies. Picture a down and out dad, who despite not always having the resources would take his tenacious young daughter on trips in his car singing along to 80’s music she is way too young to know but can surprisingly recite every lyric without missing a beat. Beautiful isn’t it? Unfortunately, this story didn’t end in him getting it together for the sake of his family but disappearing into the darkness leaving a trail of illegitimate children like a poor Hansel & Gretel parody.

I was deeply in love with my Dad. We were always together, he was my protector, made me laugh and played all the games I wanted, essentially he was my first best friend. But he had a side that always confused me. One day he would be endearing and extremely fun to be around. However, in the blink of an eye, he was transformed into this cold fearful person. How could a man this caring have a side so obscure that it made me question if I was seeing the same person?

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When he left I experienced my first heartbreak. Reflecting on those moments made me realise that this was something that would change me forever. It quickly removed those rose-tinted glasses I thought were permanently glued to my face and showed me that no matter how good people portray themselves to be, there will always be a moment where their second self will emerge engulfing you in a cloud of black smoke like a perfectly executed scene from a Disney fairy-tale sucking your happiness into an endless vortex pit leaving you asking yourself if the person you thought you knew ever truly existed.

As a teen, I spent my time trying to compensate for the loss of my first great love attempting to find a group of close friends who would support me lovingly exactly what the Spice Girls lied to us about (bitch friendship definitely does not last forever), and when that failed miserably I believed that my partner would be my true supporter. However 5 years later and that hit the deck like a ton of bricks (I must say he does still support me from afar, and I am pretty sure he will read this post so shout out to you). Now I am in a space of not trusting a soul with my heart. I have been given so many examples of how hurtful love can be. The thought of allowing myself to go there all over again makes me want to literally chew away at my own arm until it is a nub then have my heart broken again.

It leaves me to question what exactly is love? My favourite chick flicks have taught me that with a little patience, and a carefully curated wardrobe montage my Prince charming will be around the corner. But life has taught me that it is arduous, painful and only sustainable through hard work on both sides. It leaves me asking what really is the formula? how do these couples either married or long-term cohabitants manage to stay together for the long haul?

So many of us women think we are not worthy of love, or that is supposed to be suffering because the messages on how to love or be loved are extremely conflicting. If we have influences of long-lasting relationships we assume that our future husband will sweep us off our feet in an Instagram worthy picturesque style proposal. And if we have been raised by a single parent we might be focused on how what assets the person has to make the relationship function but not last.

Reading through those options lets me know that either way we are all fucked. But most importantly that no matter what happens there is no formula to love, it happens and it can sweep you off your feet, or it could be more work than you ever envisioned. But overall it is an experience no matter how painful I would do it again, I have realised that despite everything I have experienced I love love. Whether that has been with a family member, friend or romantic partner it feels great to have an open heart instead of constantly pushing people away and living in isolation. Just like in life you have to take risks in order for you to get any return on investment. No, it isn’t always pretty or reminiscent of your favourite love scene on TV. But just like the saying “it is better to have loved than to have never loved at all” I allow myself to revel in the shining moments of those experiences instead of the dismal ones.

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