I’ve been thinking about why I don’t have any interest in marriage and everytime it leads me back to my roots. My dad was such a horrible husband. Now he tries to connect with me but his very existence irritates me. I only speak with him because it would make my mum happy, I know he knows i don’t like him. My mum has a part to play in her story too, she failed severally to stand up for herself, She allowed a man be her existence. I hate him so much for 2 reasons, not showing me what a good husband looks. 2. not standing up for me when I told him his cousin molested me.