Trials and Tribulations: It's ok, I survived!

Growing up "alone" (as in the only child), I'm fortunate to have my mother as my pillar of strength. I watched her battle her illness as she pushed on to work to provide a domestic helper for my late grandmother and on top of that, tolerated my dad's nonsense. I was affected in a way. What I witnessed growing up drove me to make a pact with myself that I need to find the right husband and provide the best no matter how tough life is or will be for my family.

The turning point of my life was when my mom decided to divorce my dad after I was battered by him 11 years ago for "arguing" with him. I ran away from home, for the first time. I stayed out and I only contacted my mother. I was angry, hurt, bruised and emotionally scarred. Of course, I fought it out with him, tore his T-shirt and took a pen-knife out (hahaha) and told him to back off. Hello, I was 18 & I wasn't gonna let anyone hit me for no reason.

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