The support from her family, is exactly what the “doctor” ordered, and she has that! Translated…
Based off of traditions, the daughters shouldn’t visit the parents’ home on the first of the Chinese New Year, otherwise, they will take the blessings away, and so, that very first year after the divorce, I’d had a mixture of feelings as the New Year’s arrived.
Traditions believed, that daughters who were married were like those spilled out buckets of water, I’d never imagined, how awful my passage of marriage would get, I’d once mumbled to myself, and wondered, how come my bliss was, so short-lived? Although my parents loved their daughter, but, they’d never, cared too much about me being home with them on the holidays, but, I’d felt, this constant unsettlement inside of my mind.
After I divorced, my parents and sisters treated me like they usually would, to the point, of worrying about how mentioning of the word of marriage would, hurt me, and so, they’d NEVER talked about my marriage at home once. They were, the best therapists, who’d, helped me get through the pains these past couple of years, although, I’d, blamed myself, for getting married too shortly after we’d met.
These past couple of years, I’d worked really hard, wanted to break the bonds of this age-old tradition. I’d not wanted to be the one, who brought bad luck to my parents’ house, instead, I’d wanted my parents, and my families, to be proud of me.
I’d given all my time, my energy, and, worked really hard, and, no matter what challenges or trials come before me, I’d, worked hard, to find a solution, and refused to just, let all my troubles, be someone ELSE’s problems. Or maybe, it’s because how active I’d been, or that the timing had come, I’d gotten, a TON of applauses, and, made a beautiful sky for myself in my workforce.
For over two decades, my parents had taken up a lot of the household affairs, so I can, focus on my work, so I’d not had any worries. If my being there didn’t take away the good fortune of my parents’ house, I’d still needed to give thanks to my parents, and my sisters, they’re the ones, who’d helped me rid of that baggage of tradition, and refused, to allow the bad reputations to precede me.
Every year, I’d be especially grateful, toward what my own family had, given to me.
So, this shows, how important it is, to have the supports from your own families, no matter what, and this woman has it, she has her parents, and her sisters, who’d allowed her to live the way she is supposed to, and, NOT shunned her for staying with their parents, and that, is what a good support system from one’s family looks like…
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