happy birthday my best friend!
after my dad walked out of my mum’s life, i used to play this game a lot – i pretended that if i closed my eyes hard enough, long enough everything would go back to the way it was. i was six that year. my youngest brother was two months old. i don’t remember a lot of things. i just remembered my dad stopped coming home at night.
when i was 16 or 17, i made the resolution to make myself as independent and as strong as possible and live life like as though i don’t need anyone but myself. for the longest time, it worked – till i met my husband.
till now, if you asked me honestly, i am not angry at my parents at all. they have instilled that fear in me that life is not necessarily made of roses and fresh air. as a matter of fact, i am grateful for the experience. they gave me a lot of reference to think about; about what i want in my relationships with men.
in 2005, i met my husband. when i met him, his first marriage had just ended. i remember asking myself – how come someone so nice is not appreciated. if only i had a husband like that.
it wasn’t too long before i told him that i liked him. trust me i am not someone who is discreet. i believe that if you want something you have to state your intention. i hate beating around the bush.
i recently told my friend jamie – i think i ran out of luck the day i married my husband – haha! i really think so but it’s okie though.
at the end of the day, i don’t think i married someone or anyone. i married my best friend.
today is my best friend’s birthday – happy birthday darling!!!!!!