I never thought that my life would be like this, married at the age of twenty? Huh, seriously! Plus married to someone I never knew at all, what perfect suffering!
I want to get married at the age of twenty-two with the people I love and those who love me. Not like now, but what should I do? Destiny seems to never let me feel the name of life calm and happy. Always sadness that binds me, as if I was not allowed to feel the freedom to feel happiness.
I was forced to marry a man who was three years older than me.
Park Jimin, yes, that's the name of the man who married me three months ago. I was forced to marry him to redeem all my mother's debt to his parents and in exchange I had to marry their son.
My family is not rich, I live with my mother and two younger siblings in a rented house. My sisters and I were raised by my mother alone who worked as a waitress in a restaurant after my father died when I was eight years old.
My father was a drug addict, when I was little my mother was often the target of his emotions. My father often hallucinated that my mother had an affair and hid other men at home when he went to work out of town, because of the influence of the damn drug.
I remember once when my mother was feeding us dinner in front of the TV and it was a heavy rainy day, on that night my father came home from work, he knocked on the door several times but because of the heavy rain my mother did not hear it until she opened my father a little longer.
My father was very angry at that time, my mother opened the door with great fear because of the scream from my father who was very frightening, when my mother opened the door she was still holding a glass plate containing food to feed us to eat.
My father snatched the glass plate from my mother's hand and then threw it on my mother's head until it broke. Blood flowed freely from my mother's head, my mother just grimaced in pain while holding her head without crying at all.
Even though I was sure my mother wanted to cry at that time, but because she saw me and my two younger siblings who cried watching all that, she immediately hugged us.
"Mother is fine, don't cry already. Let's sleep." Yes, that's what my mother said that night, then she led us into the room. I could see her face was so tormented by all that but never revealed and showed her heart and suffering.
It was not the first time my mother had been treated harshly by my own father. My sisters and I have often witnessed the torture my father gave my mother.