To close another chapter...

2.0.1.0. is coming to an end and I'm just too happy to put this year behind me for good. Because, whilst it had brought me one of the most joyous occasion in my life - to be blissfully wedded to the one person that matters most - it has also been one of the most painful, for me and my family. 

This might get a bit too personal so I hope you'd bear with me. 

A few days after my wedding, my brother, my mother and I had discovered my father's infidelity. He had been acting suspicious for a few weeks now, and after doing a bit of digging up, found out that he had been a bit too friendly with his secretary. This was a terrible blow to us, especially to my mother, and it was something that we had find difficulty to accept. So we had kept it to ourselves in the hope that it'll blow over. 3 weeks later, in a confrontation that I insisted my mother have, we discovered that my father had eloped.

It was heart breaking news and something that I'd never imagined would happened in my lifetime and especially in this quiet household. Things had never been the same since then. My mother has grown sickly and became one third of the person that she was. I am no longer on speaking terms with my father, and on the occasions that we do, we'd fight and blow up in each other's faces (at least that's one birthday I'll always remember). There's always a tension in the house now. 8 months on, my mum still cries every night and my father still continues to emotionally abuse her. 

When I was still living at home, at least I had the comfort of being there for my family, to protect my mother and sisters from the emotional neglect of my father. But now, the distance meant that all I could give is an emotional support from the other end of the telephone life. It's always difficult to call home now, hearing that things are getting from bad to worse. Most of the time I wish somebody would slap some sense into my father, but I'm just as thankful that my mother has soo many support systems in her life - her family and friends - all of whom are more than able to take my mother away if the abuse gets too much.

For now, I pray (really hard) for my mother to have some peace of mind and body; for my father to have a fair sense of judgement and empathy; for my sisters to always have loving and caring parents; for my brother to find some courage and direction in life; and for the year ahead to bring an end to the pain and suffering in the household.

PS: I apologize if this entry is too heavy and depressing so I may make this entry private in the future. But for now, today is Mr Hubby's 25th birthday and I have a cake to bake!