The History Of You And Me

November 2019.

To say that Olli's career has been going great so far would be the understatement of the year. It's flourishing.

I mean sure, he's got a long way to go, he very much acknowledges that; the accounting industry is not child's play, but one simply can't ignore how far he's come.

I suppose having dad by his side hasn't hurt very much either. But I know the bigger part is owed to the fact that he's a hard worker.

Olli has never had anything just given to him, he's always had to work really hard to get anything that he ever wanted.

I know it wasn't the easiest for him to accept dad's help like he did, I know that he struggled to live with what he was doing.
But am I wrong to feel happy that for the first time in his life, he was given a hand? For the first time ever, he didn't have to grapple through scraps to get what he wanted.

I'm holding on to that. To the fact that he deserves to live a limitless and happy life.

So what we don't do movie nights anymore? So what he no longer takes me out as often as he did? And so what he misses dinners sometimes? I will make this sacrifice and more if it means he's happy. He would do the same for me.

I'd hardly been surprised at how great he's been doing. I'd expected it.

Once Olli sets his eyes on something, there's no stopping him.

It's been a year.

I don't want to say everything is perfect, but we've definitely found our groove. I couldn't change our new circumstance so I merged with it. Adjusted.

I got a job... finally. And a dog too. Olli wasn't particularly pleased with the latter but he's learned to accept it. He'd figured that was the least he could do since he's barely home anymore.

A few months ago I rescued Billie. He's a 6-year-old golden retriever who seemed to have gotten in an accident. I'd been taking a walk around our neighborhood and there he was, hiding behind some dirty crates, he was badly injured and needed urgent medical care. He looked so sad and scared that I simply couldn't just leave him there. So I took him with me.

My first thought was to get him help. So I'd gone to a dog shelter around my neighborhood where they'd helped with covering his injuries. We then put up missing dog posters around the neighborhood a few days later, just in case he already had an owner who was looking for him.

I'd kept him at our house to Olli's utter dismay. It was only supposed to be until the owner contacted me, I didn't think I would come to love him like I do.

Weeks later we still hadn't received any calls in connection to him, so it was safe to assume he was ours.

I found a veteran practice not far from where we stay. I'd visited regularly because Billie was still hurt and he was on a treatment. To cut a long story short, I somehow ended up convincing them to hire me to help out, and well... they did.

I suppose it did help that I was working at a pet shop back in Cambridge, and I guess they saw I had a love for furry babies. They were very impressed with the whole rescuing Billie thing that they wanted me on board.

The job is not much and the pay isn't great, but that's no matter to me, it never has been. I absolutely love animals, and getting to be around them often is more than I could've ever asked for.