Only at the age of 38 did I understand: No matter how hard you live with your palms upward, you can't get respect.
I am a mother of three children. I have been docile, honest, and obedient all my life. However, it has never been my turn to make the final decision in all matters at home, and no one really takes me seriously.
In order to make a living and to be respected by others, I bet my family's nearly 90,000 savings on a chance to turn around.
But I was wrong. I was defrauded of all my money and my family was almost broken up.
My husband blamed me, my family looked down upon me, everyone called me stupid, laughed at me as useless, and advised me to just accept my fate.
At that moment, I even wanted to die.
But looking at the three young children, I gritted my teeth and endured.
In the past, I was weak, giving in, and blindly trying to please;
From now on, I will not bow my head, accept my fate, or count on anyone.
Put away my tears, let go of my weakness, I have to rely on myself,
Win back the lost dignity and the life that was trampled into the mud bit by bit.
This time, I live for no one but myself and my children.
