Life With Falling Gravity

~Chapter 1~

Life With Falling Gravity

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~Chapter 1~

Arina's POV:

I distance myself from people. Alot of people tend to judge others if they are even slightly different, or weird. And to a lot of people I am just that; weird.

Then you have other people who like drama and gossip, and that’s not me. My mother was technically my only friend.

As much as I wanted to take care of her, I just couldn’t do it. After her and my father’s divorce, it took a toll on her body.

I brought her to doctors, and took care of her as much as I could. Come to find out, she had a horrible disease in her bones, and she needed to be bed ridden, or using a wheel chair; with 24 hour care, and here I was barely making it by with rent for us.

One night after dinner her, and I sat down, and discussed what things needed to be done. As much as my mother wanted to be independent, she eventually agreed that she wouldn’t survive without help, and she also understood that I couldn’t be there to do it if I was working.

Within a week’s time, her and I found the perfect place for her to stay. Her insurance covered for it completely.

They took care of her around the clock, they provided her with gourmet meals, tv, a beautiful view of the beach, unlimited voice and video calls, and she even had her own walk out tares with a garden.

The place was absolutely beautiful.

The only thing I didn’t like, was that it was a bit far from me, but as long as they took care of her the way she needs, emotionally, medically, and that she was happy, I didn't mind the distance.

I could still visit anytime I wanted, or video call anytime I wanted. I just wanted her happy and healthy.

My father on the other hand; we lost touch. The divorce was nasty. He took everything from her. So, when we left, we started over, from scratch.

when we did finally leave, my father was upset that I was helping my mother. Which was hypocritical, because when his parents divorced, he did the same for his mother.

I couldn’t trust my father. So perhaps losing touch wasn’t such a bad thing. Perhaps it was for the best.

I never liked relying on people, or even depending on them. I never liked to go clubbing, or drinking. I liked to be to myself, I could rely, and depend on myself alone, without failure.

I had 2 exes in my past, but they couldn’t keep a simple promise, and even that upset my heart. That’s when I realized, that I could only rely on myself.

I had medical issues, and I couldn't rely on them for a simple task, let alone a dire situation if I needed it.

And yes, before you ask, I really liked one of them. it was either staying with someone who wasn’t serious, or leaving, and keeping myself safe for the right one to come along.

And i did just that, i left. we stayed friends, not the best of friends of course.

i needed to take care of myself. i have tried for the longest; since i was little, to limit my food intake, and watch what i ate, and even trying to work out. but i would still gain, or not improve.

now, i was at a size i never wanted to be. i was unhealthy due to my conditions, and i had enough. so i did alot of research and talked to a ton of doctors, and we all came up with the same plan and idea...weight loss surgery; the most successful one out there.

and to my surprise, my insurance covered it completely.

and it's not what you think, its not liposuction. its basically where they take most of your stomach out, and stitch you up. basically, the surgery takes out the pocket that gets food lodged in your stomach before it can make it to the digestive track.

so now when you eat, the food goes straight to digesting, and collecting the nutrients your body's needs.

the surgery will only allow you to eat a banana sized meal. and best of all, it can even, {not 100%} reset your hormones.

so it can lower my hormones from my conditions, where i may not have pain after all. i was in high hopes. i knew this was a new start for me. and i new great things where to come.

things beyond my wild dreams.