The life of a woman who tears soaked with two superimposed life

I was born and raised in BAC can, my family life quite difficult, when parents born seven children, but the economy mainly depends on agriculture. Bumper crops when favorable nature, but the years crop hunger then no more suffering than when both gather turns vegetable basket of sweet potato. I still remember the scene kid who was eating her baby does not eat. When in the basket no longer decorative vegetables, then you two I run into "mom, where's my part". My mother looked at my brother that tears long short. I know, my mom being not yet eat from 2 days now.

My dad went fishing vessel to the South during the 2 years now, has not visited his homeland. Sometimes he sent several hundred thousand for mom clear custody. Many nights looking at the mother crying silently because of fatigue that I hurt her. I know any children would stay in this scene will also understand themselves should do to please mother. And I have ever cherished plan for a bright future.

And then when I was 18 years old, according to the friends I do workers in a garment factory. My life from here also there are certain changes. The wages earned I sent about mother support life for the children. Also the brother, two sisters and also had his own family.

In front of me he still "pretending" asked han promises, but in fact he went out with another girl and have a child coming.

Then I met and loved him, orphaned boys parents. Hear him tell you hard life, alone raising 2 children eating school which I admire immensely. But when I told my mother about my mother for the ink object. Parents say that the fear I struggled because I'm not a parent. But for the love of me and you too deep so I was bold to me taking you on a winter day in late 1996.

The day I married, my mother cried a lot. Mom says, mother to daughter, age 19 of the mother to take her husband away from her hometown, hundreds of hard surface life. But I was brave to tell you that I will pass all to make my mother proud of me. Seeing me in the car, my mother cried hugging sobbed. The first time I saw my mother so dissapointed.

So I have taken my husband, I have followed you home city to start a new life. I'm not a parent, adoptive children eat school 2 alone. He is the most energetic man I've ever met, ever know and I never skeptical about that, since the day I met you.

But these days, happiness slowly pass away when the couple I languished awaiting her first child. Most of the year after year, I am still waiting for a signal, but then I again sank in disappointment. You from loving became anger. I've fainted in the waiting room the day to the hospital to do tests, and "sa" face when holding his wife's infertility tests votes in hand.

At first, he also encouraged his wife, but gradually the sadness because of the absence of childhood laughter caused my family rift. You soon late and eluded me. In front of me he still "pretending" asked han promises, but in fact he went out with another girl and have a child coming. I know about it, I cry, I couldn't resist but then I did not stand when her belly to Warsaw to meet separately and chasing me away.

Everyone! I'm not effeminate, but I hurt the child, I would expect it to have a father so I gave up about a week later my mother country. 8 months after I was divorced. The day I go to court my mother also follow me down, she collapsed when seeing my family destroyed. I was doing my mother 's sad, I didn't keep that promise lives happily with his mother.

Also the fate when the days living in his hometown of mom, I met and acquainted DD man aspires to have a warm family, but because of the difficult life he dare not get married. We were in love, sincere, warm. When to go step further I have promised this time I will be happy to please mother. But then God took away all my.

A year after the marriage, immeasurable happiness, e died of domestic violence. I no longer believe in his eyes, I was a miserable woman. My neighbor also encouraged, comforted. But I know behind anybody belittled, reviled I'm her man "killed my husband".

I am tired, do not dare to face real life in the deserted down Hanoi again. I remember the old husband and visit to visit, but I was quiet when he saw his family we are very happy, warm lagoons. Then I found a fellow sister in his hometown please in thanks. Also from here, I started entangled in life dissipated, Cyprian is-inhale and addiction.

Though know its wrong, but I didn't stop. I remember about past pain with the times being cheated on husband, remembered the day the second husband to leave and tears of regret. I have wanted to forget everything. I had not remembered her mother, her faith until the day I was public safety.

Now, the tears remorse in social education center II, Three For me too. I did miss a whole lifetime. My mother up visiting several times, she looked on as old, wrinkled eyes looking at me that I hurt. I should stay at home mother care, the only ones always in my sidebar, I have lived a better life?

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