You told me about your family once, almost half a dozen years ago.

I just want to say, FUCK EM ALL. They don’t fucking deserve you. you got so many talents and you are on a different level anyway. You don’t need them and they are idiots for thinking of themselves and not for you. Where the fuck were they when you needed them? If they can’t see what you’ve accomplished…. well fuck em. Who cares? they weren’t very happy influences on you anyway.

Things were not so good for all of us back in the day was it? But you made it out. We made it out.

Looks like you met some really great friends and have a stable foundation around you.

Guess what? they are your REAL family.

Cherish them, love them, and take care of them.

I trust you’ll take the positive lesson of not passing the pain along to your very own someday.

btw…i’ll probably be kid-free for a while…

Faith is like electricity. You can’t see it, but you can see the light…

On to the reality. Your pain is real, and it will never go away, but in time, you will find the strength to make your ‘family’ elsewhere. You seem like a wonderful girl with a lot of talent, and a real understanding of the mistakes you have made. And most importantly, you are working to correct all of them. You are far more deserving of a wonderful existence than your family is. If they can not see the error of their ways as you have, then they are the ones that are the disappointment.

Strength comes from ourselves, not our friends or family. They can certainly help you gather that strength, but ultimately, you have to be the one to find it.

Best of luck to you, and see you around Craftster.

I found your blog looking for “Korean bitches” on Google (strange, I know, but I wanted to see how Korean women are outside of K-dramas). Anyway, I read this blog entry of yours, and I felt compelled to write for some reason. A part of me wants to say, “I understand,” yet, who am I, a complete stranger, to say that, you know? It just sounds so familiar, and compared to my own life, it’s almost like… what could’ve been had things made a turn for the worst. Both my Vietnamese parents wanted me to become a physician, and in fact, I was working toward those ends of my free will until I found something I enjoyed more. I gave up everything despite what my family and friends said — my job, my medical school aspirations, my goals — to follow something I invested a lot of faith and belief in. I quit everything and used tens of thousands in loan money to start currency trading (i.e. one of the most riskiest types of trading where only 5% of the participants actually profit). Had it not been that I have been providing my parents financial assistance since college, I’m sure I would have already been disowned. I believe they realized who is truly dependable after my only brother, a wealthy anesthesiologist, turned his back on them a few years ago.

In any case, I had only a taste of what you went through, and can only imagine what it must be like, especially for someone who seems to value family. It’s very sad… how your family could not accept your decisions in life. Vietnamese families tend to be rather stubborn, uncommunicative and set in their ways until something slaps them awake and they realize that perhaps they made a wrong decision and it was their own fault to begin with. It’s probably better to live your life to the best and let time do it’s job if that’s the case.

Take care,
Anthony