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I grew up in an extremely toxic family full of narcissist. To the point I don't even know what's normal or not. Years of physical, mental and emotional abuse, I really thought I was never good enough. To the point I believe that near end of my life I'll be alone. The only thing I prayed for is to have a happy family. Hoping for them to change. But it never came. One day, I met her. And everything change. Being with her, seeing her smile, her laughter..she is the light while I was in deep darkness. I fell for her, and she felt the same. I worked on myself for her. I told myself its not fair for her to deal with my traumas from my family. I decided to cut off my family members too. Later on, I married her. In the early days of our marriage, I stayed with her family for a few months before our new house is ready. And I....I had a culture shock... Whatever small things I did, my in-laws said thank you to me. They randomly buy food for everyone. When I made small mistake, there's no argument. Just instant fix. Before I leave for work, they told me to take care. When I reached home, I was greeted with a huge smile from them. We eat together...on the same table. They talk and compliment each other daily. They..cooked for me from time to time. They celebrated my birthday, saying they're happy I'm here. I received gifts from them. We watch movies, TV series..together. We play games together. We play board games too...together. We get to know each other's interest a lot.. All of these is the total opposite in my family...I never knew this is what happy family feels like. I can't help but cry one day. Thinking...my prayers were answered in a different way. I don't even know if I really deserves it. But...I am eternally grateful for my new family. Years passed. Now, my wife and kids greeted me at our new home. I make time to play with my kids and get to know their life in school. I help out my wife with house chores. We play games together. I make sure to compliment my kids when they do good and make them learn in a healthy way if they made a mistake. Visitation with my parent-in-laws every other weekend...all of this...its just, I never would've thought, I came from a hellish abusive family, and now...home is my sanctuary. My utopia. They are my motivation to do better. I am forever grateful. Praise be to God :)