Last year I had to go through a most terrible break-up with whom I felt deeply attached to, named Carlo. I am not sure if he is my soulmate (or one of), of if there are such things as soulmates, but if there are, he came very close to what I'd call a soulmate. We had planned to get married, but my parents did not approve of our relationship. They put a great deal of strain on our relationship and (despite the fact that I am an adult) eventually forced us apart. I had never felt more powerless in my life.
I realize now that a permanent relationship with him might not have been the best - but I am having trouble making sense of that part my life. Why did "fate" bring us together only to yank us apart so violently? Was it all just a grand waste of time? How do I make meaning out of that? I am also having difficulty opening my heart towards my parents and fear that I may never be able to do so again, unless they take the step to apologize (I realize that sounds arrogant).






