Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son
I discovered two things after being diagnosed with a brain tumor.
I was first on what appeared to be a fake marriage certificate with Julian Fitzgerald.
I had raised my son for six years, and he was already aware of it. In fact, he wanted his mother to be someone else.
It was then that I realised my life was just a hoax. Seven years of not being in touch with my family, keeping myself solitary and making sacrifices but it was all just plain cruel.
So, I did three things. The husband and son who had betrayed me, I went missing.
In preparation for our seventh wedding anniversary, I called off the romantic dinner reservation made a month ago.
Besides my participation in several health-related group discussions, I also left my son's kindergarten parent groups. These groups were all designed to improve the well-being of my husband and son.
My second action was to contact my physician and request a stress evaluation. I requested a special prescription to prevent any complications that might arise during my international travel.
The third person I contacted was my older sister, whom she had not been in touch with for seven years. My words were, "To marry in a place where I don't belong to my family is just miserable."