My Love Story
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I used to be a rebellious child. To the extent that i had
to see a counselor in & out of school.
Many of you might have known that i'm not in good terms
with my mother. I hate her; yes i do. I hated her so much
that, i ever thought of killing her.
I've an elder brother who is 22, & a younger brother
aged 18.
I ran away from home when i was 15. I admit i was mixing
around with bad companies since primary school days. My
mum was a very strict woman. Whenever i did something that
she doesn't like, she would whack me with the cane/belt.
At times, she would turn on the stove & force my head
towards it. & she ever threatened me with the chopper.
No matter how many times she abused me, no matter what methods
she used, i never fail to go down on my knees & apologized.
I was never sincere. Deep in my heart, i planned up ways
to silence her. I was an angry child.
She dotes on my elder brother a lot. She told me in the
face,
"i don't deny i love your brother more because i prefer
sons than daughters."
From then on, i've stopped respecting her. When she whacks,
i fought back.
I guess she was jealous because i was the apple of my dad's
eye. He treated me like a gem. Unfortunately, he's henpecked.
He's afraid of her, i can tell.
She blamed me for their sour relationship shortly after
i left home. She said,
"if we were to get a divorce, it's all because of you."
I told my dad & he said it was rubbish. They wasn't
on talking terms even before i left home.
My dad goes home once awhile. He still gives her allowance,
despite her not doing any of the housework. This poor man,
had to wash & iron his own clothes. Where did my dad
spent his nights ? He slept at carparks, in his own vehicle.
I didn't mention about my younger brother, because he was
adopted by my aunt since birth. He hated my mum as well,
because he had witnessed her abusing me many times.
When i thought i found my perfect partner.
I met this guy when i was 15. I knew him through one of
my juniors. This guy is a year older than me, now 22. He
wasn't handsome, but had big eyes.
We texted for 2 months, & then started going out together.
I enjoyed every moment spent with him. He would leave dinner
at my doorstep daily, at times with lil gifts. He never
complained about anything. He would take me out on his bike,
& sent me home after that. Everything was sweet.
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