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I told her everything, how it started and how it also ended. My daughter's eye were the proof how terrible my story was. Her eyes were telling me that my story was the worst one she had ever heard. All of her life, she grew up hearing fairytale-like stories, and so I could not blame her for acting like this. It's no one fault why I got like this.

"He's a bad husband," I saw her teeth gritting. I saw this coming. Her hating her own father was already predictable, but then, my main goal in here was not to worsen her hatred but for help her to know the whole story because she deserved it. "Mom," she called me again, and this time, her voice was about to break. "You should have told me that my father was like that... I regret asking God to meet my father. I should have known sooner how bad he was to you. He should not let you leave. He should have made you to stay no matter what it takes. But what he did? He did nothing. He took care someone whom he was not his wife He should hav