It's work-at-home Monday, as usual, and I should be taking this opportunity to study as my final is next Monday. My head feels like going to explode so I can't really do that right now. I'll go shower first (oh, I love Mondays!) and see if the headache subsides.
But first, a quick blog update. I've been thinking of this for a few days so I need to get it off my chest.
I had a quite tough childhood. Not as tough as the unfortunates but not as easy as the lucky ones. Nobody would actually understand the feeling except for my dear siblings. Whom I feel had it worse than I did.
My parents got divorced when I was 13 so I stayed with my mother. My aunt came and stayed with us together with her children. My mother was away a lot. At 1 point, she was in London for 3 months straight. It had to be done because she needed to look for money for us to survive. I understand that now but growing up without her was kinda..I don't know. Nothing good.
My parents were fighting for custody back then so my father was always looking for faults in my mother's way of our upbringing. Based on what I see now, I'm not too sure if that was ever true.
Having a young uncle did not help either. There was one Raya, my mother was away but we still went back to her kampung. I'm not too comfortable to follow my father as I'm not close to my cousins on his side. My young uncle said to us,"Look at the poor orphans. No parents on Raya day".Everytime I think of that moment, I crumble. I think that affects me the most. I remember it very clearly. Well I know that my uncle was just kidding but to hear it as a kid was devastating.
There were a lot more issues with my parents growing up that somehow led to me not thinking of marriage seriously in my early 20's. Now that I'm married and pregnant, I only have 1 goal. I have to make sure that my kids do not go through the same life as I did. I can't be away from them and I will not drag my kids into an argument between my husband and I.
Whatever happened, I do love my parents but we learn from mistakes. I hope I remember this in the future.
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