The first day of the course began. I've always believed that change is good—meeting new people, starting new routines. It clears your mind. Brings some light in.
And yet, not once had I ever seriously imagined marrying anyone other than Chris. Marriage never appealed to me. I didn't feel warm toward the idea at all.
But the pressure from family—especially the elders—was suffocating. "Get married, get married…" The same words, the same expectations, over and over. It got to a point where I didn't even want to visit my own family. Every conversation became a loop with no end: **Why aren't you married yet?**
My mother… she always believed in "the husband figure." She had this dream that I'd marry some rich man and live a wonderful, spoiled life. After I turned 30, she got worse. To her, it didn't matter if I was independent, earning well, or stable. If I didn't have a man to call a husband—I was incomplete.
And now? Hehehe… I think I actually agree with her. At least a little.
The divorce was rough. I lost money—real money. Assets, funds, things I stupidly handed over to my ex. Can you believe it? And no, I didn't get them back. You'll see just how much of a fool I was.
Anyway, the course was okay. It was supposed to last a year—three short terms, and you progressed as you improved. I liked that structure.
And my ex-husband? Yep. I met him there. We were just classmates for the first eight months. And after that… it turned into something. A "relationship."
Six months later—marriage.
No, I wasn't in love. And no, I wasn't pregnant either.
Why did it happen? I honestly don't know. I think my brain just stopped functioning. Like my neurons completely froze. That's the only explanation.
Please, God, let that be it. I don't want to believe I was actually that stupid.
Maybe karma was working again. Maybe the universe wanted to teach me something. Maybe that's what this was: a lesson.
Yes. Let's call it that. A lesson.