What I Realized About Me, And My Failed Marriage During This Pandemic

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I don’t think my children will understand at this time why I can’t stand the sight of their father. My parents were divorced too, and I was a daddy’s girl. I always had fights with my mom when I was younger because I wanted to be with my dad more than to be with her. We weren’t that close when I grew up, and like clockwork, history repeats itself. My first-born hates me and loves his father. She loves her father, who used to beat my emotional being, hurt my psychological health, and of course, gave me a taste of his hand a few times in the twenty years that we were together. That’s what I don’t get. She has seen how he was with me, but how is it that she hates me?

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