I've been attempting to write a paper about how your upbringing affects how you are as an adult. It got me thinking about my life and what type of person I'll be in the future. More so, I started to think about how my married life would be.
My parents didn't have a huge fairytale wedding. They didn't even have an actual wedding. They were married in city hall. Afer, they had three children and it seemed as though all was good with the world. A year after the third child, me, was born my dad went back to the Philippines. Although my parents stayed married and kept in close contact, I grew up pretty much without a father.
Obviously, my parents did not have the fairytale marriage life but I don't think it negatively affected me. I suppose you could see my family as being a broken one, but it was not like that at all. Despite the separation there was so much love, from both sides. It's so annoy when people from whole families assume that I'll lead this sad life of no love and divorce because of my parents.