I felt very happy (deep in love) when I was 23. I spend my 33rd birthday all by myself in Montreal and got a promise from my husband who was in HK that the family should never separate. He didn't keep this promise and went to study in Toronto, leaving the family in Vancouver. Now I'm going to 43 and living in a small town with my son, I'm negotiating with him about how he can pay us (my son, my daughter, and myself) back for his failure to be a functional father and husband.
I don't care if he's handsome or not; I don't care if he has a PhD or not; I don't care if he's rich or not. What my children and I need is so simple: a man besides us when we need him.
I don't care if he's handsome or not; I don't care if he has a PhD or not; I don't care if he's rich or not. What my children and I need is so simple: a man besides us when we need him.