I've had a couple of plot twists in my life.
Growing up, I was abused. I was first sexually abused, not knowing how it effected me until my later years. I was then physically abused, with the notion I was a "defiant" child. When that failed, they (my parents) used as much emotional violence towards me that can not remotely be described in any language. It was hell. I was merely used and abused by not only them, but everyone.
I remained a grade A student. No one knew of my suffering. I did not keep my head up but I remained ahead of my class. I was told how I inspired students, how I rose the bar to give others something to strive for. I was described to have "on one hand, Da Vinci, while on the other hand, Einstein". But on my last year I cracked. I fell apart. I gave in to all the abuse.
I did not fail but I did not really pass either. I couldn't get into engineering so I went back to upgrade. I did better than ever before. Then, I finally found one answer (of many) answers to why I was the way I was. I was suffering from a severe case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I repaired my faults and got back up. I had scholarships, sponsors, grants, etc., where all my years of schooling was planned out and paid for. I was going to be an engineer. My dream was coming true. I was not only going to give back to the world what was given to me (my talents) but also get the out of the hell I was living with for well over half of my life.
I then took treatment entering university. The treatment led me to serotonin syndrome, EPS, and me losing everything. I had to drop out. I was hospitalized. I lost connection to my family. If I wasn't already ousted by family, I sure in hell was now. I fought with everything I could to stay afloat and kept going back to school. I lost thousands of my own earned money that was never "mine". Tens of thousands gone, wasted. But I held it together and kept going back, just to keep withdrawing after withdrawal after withdrawal. Then my life turned around...
There was a woman that once rejected me because she felt it couldn't work because of the distance. We met online and instantly clicked many years ago. I thought of her to be the perfect woman. She had it all. She had a great sense of intuition, she gave me a unique care, made me feel important. She was talented in the arts, someone who was well before their time. She had grace, she was special, and absolutely stunningly beautiful. She was unique, one of a kind. Out of the hundreds of women I knew and have seen, no one came remotely close to her. She modeled, she played piano, she sang, and when I saw that she was not only beyond any woman I have ever found attractive but PLAYED COUNTER-STRIKE AND STARCRAFT I just lost it inside.
She listened to me. She heard my cries. We drempt of each other long before we even met. And one day I asked if, regardless of the distance, if we could make it work. She rejected me. But she remained my closest friend; she still remained my best friend.
I eventually dropped out of school again years later. I started to research my disorder. I put it together and found a gene that contributed towards my dysfunction. I started to get better. I lost all my excess weight. My methods were working, and I prayed it would help someone else that suffered as I did. I eventually developed liver failure, but got back up. We had to stop the experimental approach. I worked for those years and earned enough to return. And then I met with her again. We talked more. We flirted. I got her out of an abusive relationship and....we...started...dating.
I surprised her on her birthday and travelling thousands upon thousands of kilometers to finally be with her. What we had was special, we understood each other on an intellectual level long before you could be influenced by the physical attraction we had. And once we were able to finally see each other, physically, it went far beyond what we could ever dream of. It was the best time of my life.
I went back to school, but had to drop out again. I was never in the program I wanted to be in. I went back to see my fiancee and we stayed together. I got accepted into a Mechanical Engineering program and went back. We struggled with her visa, and still are fighting for it. It was never destined to work, but we fought, and still fought to make things work today. We never have given up. And soon, soon we are going to finally be together. No more Skype, no more expensive trips, no more battling our time differences. Things will finally turn around for us!
I don't feel like I am anything special. I felt like I was needed, that my talents were of some importance, but that was as far as it went. I was "somebody" in my head, but I never was somebody of worth to another. I never understood why anyone was nice towards me. I always took it as sympathy as I was the fat kid, I was the socially awkward person. I was ugly, no one would ever like me, but the most incredible woman in the world loved me. Words just can't describe how amazing she is. I was something to her; I was someone. For the first time in my life, I meant something.