Experiences are what we are made of. I am not a person made of one single experience but many. I was molested by two young boys when I was 5. After a few years, I faced the same thing but now from a close relative, yet I couldn't tell anyone as I feared that I will be called a liar. It's funny how familial relationship works. I have also seen broken marriages up close, I lived through a toxic mess that kept turning into chaos. But it's alright, I believe that things do get better. It won't be a paradise but it will make a hell of a novel. So shall we redirect your life together? Let's connect and I will listen to you without any judgements.