Nowadays, whenever I have spare time, I either study for the exam or re-edit my blogs. I first started blogging on a Chinese website 7+ years ago.
After Beam and I moved to England two years ago, I found WordPress more user-friendly, and have been updating both at the same time. To make my world on WordPress more complete, I decided to copy the old entries published before our move onto here.
It’s quite a complex emotional process really. By re-reading the words, I get to replay the scenes in my head. There are a lot of very sweet moments particularly when Beam was involved which brings a reminiscent smile to my face. But, inevitably, there are moments of sadness.
Such as one night in Singapore, when I was trying to talk with him, ever so calmly and empathetically. Instead of treating me the same way, he picked up a cleaver and started wielding it within inches of my face, telling me how he was capable of taking my life if he wanted to.
As usual, when I blogged it, I laughed it off. In fact, I did a lot of just that, because… I believe that when you love someone, you would always try your best finding a way to make the conflicts productive rather than destructive.
But the truth is, up to now, I can still recall that scene clearly (very unfortunately) — I didn’t panic and nor did I get frightened. It was the immense sorrow that I was feeling then, because of the anger and hatred in his eyes. What did I do? What did Beam do?
Then, the other day, this picture on Facebook caught my eyes.
Afterwards, for quite a few nights, I’d had bad dreams. That was something Beam went through. She hadn’t even turned one yet at that time. As her mother, how could I allow this to happen before my very eyes? All the way, I know and I believe that the key to making a marriage last all boils down to kindness and respect (which comes naturally with true love), not ridiculous oppression. So why?
No. I will not let this kind of shit happen again. Never ever.
God, thank you for all I have. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to find myself again.
最近只要有空，除了準備考試，就是小白兔搬家 — 把過去七年的舊文章，從另一個雲之南搬家來這裡。
實情是，我平心靜氣地關心他，卻被他嗆聲，然後拿起了菜刀 — 距離我的臉只有幾公分 — 揮舞著：你信不信我敢砍你！！我說砍就砍！！