He Waited for Me for Ten Years and I Hated Him for Half My Life

When I was eighteen years old, I was abandoned by my first love and sold to a butcher by my mother. The butcher drunkenly showed off: "I picked her up for free!" I slapped him and he pushed me down. The child is gone, the uterus is damaged. I left home and became a barmaid. Men call me dirty, women laugh at me. I don't argue, I just want to make money. Until I met him - five years younger than me, as clean as a piece of white paper. "I'll chase you," he said. I sneered: "Do you know what I did?" It took him ten years to answer this question. I was deported, and he called me twice a day, 365 days a year without interruption. I was caught smuggling, and he went to the surrender window to pick me up: "Let's go home." His parents called me a "chicken that doesn't lay eggs," and he tore up the five million check: "She doesn't have to please anyone." At the age of forty-three, I put on a white cheongsam and married the man who had been waiting for me for ten years. At the wedding, he asked: "When will you love me?" I said: "From the day you made me believe that there are still good men in this world." This is not a Cinderella story. This is the story of a woman who was stepped into the mud by life, pulled herself out, and then met the light.