after my parents left home my husband adjusted himself to be a better man but that didn't last long. He went back to the same old way. Then one day he brought a girl home I try to stop them from entering the the house but he just push me aside.
he end up getting a second wife.....
I cry for many day but he no longer loves me and back in the old days mens can have more than one wife.
Being a woman at that time you have no voice and if you can't handle it your consider a bad person, many people will disrespect you. I try running back to my family but they just tell me to go back home because that's just how the traditions is.
my husband second wife was a very evil person. sometimes she would purposely fall or trip close to me, then blame that I push her. my husband is always on her side.
when the Vietnam war broke out I had like 7 children already. Many of my children didn't survive the war. They either died from hunger or sickness. if I can I would have traded my life for my children. running and hiding in the jungle was scary, every wrong move, you can loose a limb or even your life. we would hide from village to village just so we can make it to Thailand.
my husband eventually left us behind to go with his second wife to Thailand. her safety was more important to him. the day they left us behind to get kill by the Congo soldiers I build so much hate toward him. luckily God was on our side I managed to take my 3 kids to safely to a village. The villager took us in and help tended to my only son eye. the way he scream form the pain breaks my heart so much, at the moment i wish that i was a man so i can protect my children.
we hide and live in one of the villager farm house for about a year. food was limited. And since I'm a woman I dont have the strength to rebuild a farm from scratch. we end up reusing the old farm that people have left behind.
as time past I heard news from the local villager that my husband have made it to Thailand. I was happy that he was still alive but I was sad that in order for them to make it to Thailand he sacrificed me and my children. I thought about going to Thailand for a better future for my children but the road there was not safe. plus I don't even know the route there.
on one hot afternoon while i was picking up the rice from the rice field i saw a familiar figure walking on the dirt road to my house. I didn't give it a second thought and went back to picking up the rice. then out of nowhere I heard a loud cry from the farm house. I dash as fast as I can to get there to see what going on. at the back of my head I thought someone might have hurt my children I need to protect them. as I got to the door I saw a man crying and hugging my son. and I shout out to that person. The when he turn around, it was my husband.
my husband said that he came back because he miss us so much I he miss his son. fill with anger i said if you have love your own children that much you wouldn't have left us in the jungle to died. as much as I hated my husband I need his guidance to Thailand for the safety of my children.
later that week we pack all our thing and left to Thailand. the journey was a long dangerous walk .