Making Love Out of Nothing at All

Chapter 1

I grew up in a family where there is no love, instead, I was raised through hatred, resentment, anger, and sorrow. As I got my own, I thought I could be different. I thought I could live in a harmonious relationship with my husband and my little one. I thought all the physical pain and heartaches I have suffered when I was growing up will all be left in my past. I guess I was wrong. What's happening right now is like de'ja vu. All the physical, mental and emotional pain are just rushing; all coming back and would like to take over my life. AGAIN.

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Young, dumb, and broke. That's the perfect description of my life now.

I am Tiff, short for Tiffany Sanchez; 26, married for two years and now is  a jobless mother of a 10-month old baby boy.

Two years ago, my husband and I had our civil union a month after we met each other. I WAS so in love, I guess, I made rascal decisions I now regret.

I was 24  that time and all I want is to get married. Why? Just because I wanted to. Young? Yes. Dumb? Super! Broke? TF! I can't even buy a panty liner. What a shame!

And now, how I wish I am happily married. How I wish I have the perfect family picture I always want to have. But wishes DON'T come true. So here I am, sitting on the bed slash couch slash dining chair feeling devastated and depressed because I am living in a life full of lies and worries.

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At ten months, my little one still can't talk. I don't know other babies, but I don't care. As long as he can utter the words Mama and Papa, I am already happy with that. And since he can, I won't force him to talk like a three-year old kid. Haha! I'm just so done with people comparing my baby to others. Like duh?! We all are different, so why compare!

"Hello, little boss!" Ry, my husband. Coming from his work which is just five minutes away from where we stay, he would always check on how's our baby doing.

Well, my so-called family lives in a one-room apartment; good thing, comfort room is outside the bedroom slash living room slash dining room. Hahaha!

"Have you been a naughty pumpkin, Mama's ugly face is uglier than before." Ry said as I don't even acknowledge his presence.

You think it's sweet, well, nah! Hell of a NO! It's irritating and once you always hear how ugly you are, as in ugly everyday, you won't find it sweet. Would you feel happy if you're being teased for how ugly you are? For goodness sake!

"Why did you marry an ugly bitch then?" I spat out, not caring if the neighbors are listening.

"Oh yeah, ofcourse. Not even the worst bitch would want to be your wife. I'm just the dumbest of the dumbest who fall into your lies and pathetic bunch of promises." I rant feeling the boiling anger inside me.

And there I saw my baby. My baby. My baby is looking at me with his big eyes. I want to cry. AGAIN. This is not the life I want to give to my son. This is not the kind of family I want to have. This is not what I expected my family to become. I didn't wish for a family like where I grew up. I don't want him to suffer just how I did.

Say  something, please. Got a lot of hate already.  Please show mercy.   ♡
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