I don't like my roots.
I grew up in a family full of violence and abuse since I was a child. My mother yelled hysterically, threw things up to her emotions, and hit me when she was grabbed by the chest. I'm unhappy because of you! I used to say that a lot when I was in a bad mood. My father gently hugged me and wiped away my tears when I was crying all the time, and comforted him by saying, “If I endure this, I'll be even stronger, and I won't have a hard time going out into society”? They gave it to me.
It's been about 3 years since I left such a family when I graduated from college. I am married and my husband and I are living small, peaceful days even though I can't afford it. My husband has always been honest with his sensitivities, heart, and people around him, and I love his laid-back way of life. People who don't flatter people, don't lie, love themselves just the way they are, and are completely unpopular with anything else around that. It's straight, supple, and beautiful.
Sometimes he talks about me very honestly.
When they laugh, their eyes don't smile the whole time (they check people's complexion all the time), or they're easily influenced by people (they quickly imitate people), or they can't handle things or people kindly (they treat things sloppily, and they seem to have strong powers and words).
I know everything, too. I'm ugly, I hate myself, and I usually look away, desperately play my ideal self, and live every day. It would be nice if I could fix it, but all of these are things I've needed in my desperate life until now, I've learned them, and they're part of me. It's not easy to heal, and it's part of the scars left by my past.
I was confronted with it, and I don't know what to do.
I love him for being honest. I don't think it's necessary to say flattering opinions to me. I think that's the beauty of him.
It's not at all bad for him to say it or want him to fix it.
But when it comes to whether it's my fault, that's different, but since I don't like me, I don't like it because I'm ugly, I think.
But now, I'm clumsy and make a lot of mistakes, I just ask about people's complexions, they don't seem to have my own axes, and I can't help but dislike myself. Even when I think about how to fall in love with them, I think I have no choice but to be born again. Before I knew how warm it was, and before I got married, I was beaten every day in that house, and it made me think that I should have died quickly and ended up rather than living so hard.
