The things we used to love were indeed the ones that hurt us. I have loved my parents, of course. Those times that I was still too naive to realize all the wrongs they did to me, I have seen them as the perfect parents because they gave me things I needed and wanted as long as I follow their commands. But when I grew up, it all made sense to me... it knocked me into my senses and even though I didn't want, my heart learned to hate and despise them realizing that all those things were all made for their own satisfaction, by using me... they gained benefits by trying to keep me and lure me to marry those men they liked. Thankfully, it was Alec... The guy they liked whom I ended up loving too much. I don't hate them for pairing me with him. Actually, I am very grateful for them because i

