The man I live with taught me to drive. It started when we became friends. I was 22 with a kindegartner and a new baby, going to school and working off and on. My sister watched my baby for me and my daughter was in half-day kindergarten. After I dropped her off I would take the train downtown and go to class, then go pick her up from school and go back to my school for 2 afternoon classes. Sometimes my cousin would meet me at school and take her, sometimes she’d go to class with me. I had a few minutes before leaving my morning class before going to pick up my daughter, so I’d go to my hang-out spot and shoot the shit with my friends. The man I live with began asking me, Hey you want a ride? I can run you up the hill. I said yes and it became a regular thing, him taking me to pick up my daughter. She would sing us her kindergarten songs all the way back downtown.

When we we were still just friends he would also take me and other friends grocery shopping and to the laundrymat. He would come by in the morning to take me to school. Once we started dating he drove me everywhere. He took a lot of pride in this, being able to do so much for me, but after awhile he said you really, really need to learn to drive. I was scared but said ok. The man I live with took me to parking lots with few cars in them and slow country roads to practice driving on and to a high school driving cone set-up. He was very patient and kind with me as I sorta freaked out a bunch of times. He went over over the same things repeatedly, and after I went on the highway the first time he bought me a very sweet card which I still have.

I got my license on my 25th birthday! After I had passed the test I was shaking all over, and the man I live with jumped up when I came in and gave me a big hug before I even said anything. He said he knew I had passed because my eyes were shining and the testing examiner was smiling. The man I live with bought me flowers and took me out to dinner. He told me he knew I could do it and he was so very proud of me. He stood up and announced to everyone in the restaurant how I had just got my license and how proud of me he was. Everyone clapped and clapped and after they heard it was also my birthday cheered and whistled. Now I whizz all over town and drive all over the country in a heartbeat, which amazes me when I think about it because I was so terrified of driving. I have him to thank, his confidence in me was such a gift. It is a sign of love he continually gives me. In the eyes of the man I live with I can do anything I set my mind to. This bolsters my own self-confidence. His love and encouragement of me is my strength.

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