And I am unreasonably proud.
Why? Because the wardrobe said it needed to be built by two people and I did it by myself.
In a house my ex said I'd never be able to afford by myself that I had zero help in paying for.
That I bought with a mortgage people told me I'd never get as a single mum of two.
With money from a job my mother told me I'd never stick at for being too sensitive because she'd make me cry all the time as a child.
That I got in a country people told me I'd never succeed in living in.
With a citizenship this country made incredibly hard to get.
For two children people told me I'd never be able to support by myself after getting pregnant and then left by my ex while I was a student in the middle of my degree.
I rebuilt my life from scratch, without family support, several times over due to too many shitty experiences with men. I live in a house in a shitty area with a few dodgy-looking neighbours who are still far more polite and respectful than too many of the neighbours I had in too many middle class areas, having moved house too many times due to too many shitty landlords. Still, every house - rented out furnished or unfurnished - had a wardrobe of some description.
So when I bought this IKEA wardrobe and the first page of the instructions said I needed two people to build it I thought fuck it, I'll figure it out myself. Like too many times before. I finished about half an hour ago and I am the proudest I've ever been.
So I guess I am not being unreasonable. But if I told any of my RL friends just how fucking proud I am feeling because I built a Swedish wardrobe from instructions they wouldn't understand. So I do it here. Now congratulate me already 😁