We checked all the catalogs to check out the best designs for the house we wanted or maybe he wanted. I planned, drew plans, sketch designs of how I wanted the kitchen to look like, how I needed the spacious bathroom with the tub and everything. Everything was so time consuming but Iwanted nothing but the best. To me, I wasnt just building a house that people were going to admire, I was making a home. I consulted my other half on all the plans because I didnt want it to be all about me but about us. A home for the two of us. He approved and disapproved some of the ideas and we both went to shop for the materials together.
His dream was finally coming true. There were days I could just sit down and watch him pace around his little one bedroom house and imagine the man who will be the owner of the big house that was now in progress of getting of the ground.
I wanted the best for him because I knew he deserved it. I made my contributions and helped were he needed me. At first, it was his dream but after I met him, it became our dream. If he could not handle some of the supervising, I came in and made sure everything ran smoothly.
Finally, the house was done. However, I will not lie that it was an easy task. Our pockets were then empty, after the whole process. We became very grumpy and always at war because of all the stress the house has put us through. Although my boyfriend catered for most of the finances, I too played a share in the planning and contributing to some developments. He was financially strained after the whole process and anything I asked for, I became a total nag.
I was not yet his wife, but while we were building the house, I always pictured myself in it. I knew this was meant to be our home and he didnt stop me from thinking that either. However, after the completion of the house,he mentioned that the house was HIS house.
I still lived in my extension and the only thing I was waiting for is to be asked to move in, but with the current affairs of the never-ending fights, I chose to remain in my house. Sooner than later, he mentioned he is looking for a woman who can be his wife fit to take care of the house. In my head am thinking why he is looking and am still in his life.I asked him the same question and he mentioned that he is not sure about me anymore with the current fights and all.
Suddenly the home that I helped build became a building and everything in my head crashed to the ground.I kept wondering why he wasted so much of my time, money and energy in building a house that he knew I will never live in. I closed my eyes and I could feel my body ran cold. That was the last time I remember how it felt to have a warm heart.
