I have big plans next year. I do. But I'm not telling just yet. I am still working on the visualization. If it all doesn't work out, I'll know it was not meant to be. But I have to try nonetheless. I have to.

My mother has always been a housewife. I'm sure she loved us the best way she knew, no matter how cruel it has been. She probably didn't know other ways. And so it hurt. But I'm okay. I think. Some days she got so obsessive compulsive about the dirt in the house that she would make me scrub to death or polish the stairs manually until she could see her reflection in it. I felt like Cinderella, only I knew I wasn't pretty like a princess that way.

I am a housewife indeed, but not a desperate one just yet. My mother didn't have a blog to keep herself sane.