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Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Seeing the way my parents speak to each other has never made me more certain that I'm definitely not going through this kind of life in the future. In their marriage and in my memory, I've never ever seen them shared 1 day of happiness. My dad is so caught up in his ideology. I seriously don't know why he thinks what he's thinking is logical and even reasonable. As the years passed, I find his thoughts on contributing to this family more and more perplexing. It's all about escaping reality yet still wants to remain in control, by restricting what we do and all, attacking us verbally and physically (used to be). That fear is always there. Why don't my mum just divorce him back then? Or even now? If it's me, I don't think my heart will even cringe one bit. This is definitely not love or whatever they call it. What is marriage? It is indeed a graveyard. #thoughts