She knew what she was getting herself into, when she married me. She knew my past. She knew who l was, and what l have done. But she wasn't afraid to love me.
l remember it like it was yesterday. When we first met, it felt like she was kid because she was so innocent compared to me. l came to her in my time of need. l came to her wounded, physically and emotionally. She helped me with no questions asked. l asked her why. Why did she help me, when she could see that l wasn't a good man. She responded with a smile and told me,
"I could see in your eyes that you are a good man, but confused in life. You also hate your life and everything related to it, because to you life is the root of all your troubles. Life hasn't treated you well and sometimes you want to end it all, but in reality you know that deep down that it is your fault. That's why l'm helping you."
And ever since that day l loved her. I stood by her, helping anyway that l could. l would protect her when anyone made fun of her for helping me. l slept in her shed in fear that someone would take her away from me.
lt took me a year to tell her about my past. My parents were murdered when I was a young boy. By a gang who didn't like my family. Ever since that day l vowed to get revenge and I did. After I finished telling my story she closed her eyes and grabbed my hands. She didn't say anything for awhile as we stayed there, until she finally opened her eyes and spoke, "l will not judge you by your past, but by your present."
We got married three months later and our marriage was the best time of my life. l finally felt like life was right. I finally loved life and didn't blame it for my troubles anymore. Everything was right until that one fatal night that l will never forget.