[ WP ] Soulmates exist but they are n't beneficial to be in a relationship with . If anything being coupled up with your soulmate will lead to a life a sadness .

This has been my dream for as long as I can remember. Ever since I could fathom a reasonable thought I had seen the light; my reason for living was to destroy the Oppressor. I had a vision when I was very young. The smell of tears permeated my senses and brought me to life as I watched my mother and father struggle to make ends meet. My father told me that through her labor she was in so much pain. She called out to God to end her life and end her misery. Misery. That's what she named me. I did not ask for this life but I was born into her melancholy. All my life I had to fight for an inch of happiness. 
 
 The vision begins with my mother asking questions. 
 
 `` Why do you think I am unhappy, Misery?'' my mother would ask, `` do you think it is because of you?'' 
 
 I sat in silence, unable to suggest that it was my own fault for being born into her struggle-filled life. She reaches her hand to hold mine. 
 
 `` Have you ever heard of soulmates?'' 
 
 I pull away. 
 
 `` No, mother,'' I said, attempting to sound as even as possible. I had heard whispers about these soul mates when I would attend school. The words were taboo in the school, punishable by expulsion and a Mark on your record. The Mark let the public eye know that you seek the answers that would end your life. For this reason, the children renamed soulmate to Oppressor. 
 
 `` Soulmates are found in people that complete your very existence,'' she spoke slowly and carefully, `` one day you may find someone who makes everything easy and hard at the same time. He may make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with you but want the crust on when you want it off. She could want peace when you want chaos but she will be the silent candle in the darkness of your very soul. At the same time she will be the light that consumes everything that you belong to.'' 
 
 `` Is that what father is to you, mother?'' I asked, `` is he the reason that every remotely happy thing that happens to us ends in anguish? Is he our Oppressor or is it you?'' 
 
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 I have grown much since that time. I have left home and gone in search of my own Oppressor. I will not let whomever this may be ruin my life the way they ruined each other. My own soul is the culmination of who I am. Not who he or she may be. I am complete by myself and will not let anyone tell me I am a half of who I could be. I am the sandwich with the crust left on. I am the blazing fire of determination in my own darkness. 
 
 `` I do not need an Oppressor,'' I whispered, back to the wall in an attempt to hide from the shadows in the alley. 
 
 `` And here I thought Misery loved company.''
