"Raymond and I worked for the same real estate company," Mum began, her voice tinged with emotion. "When I got transferred to his branch, we fell deeply in love the moment we saw each other. It was love at first sight," she said, taking a fresh tissue and wiping her nose.
Is she going to tell me about their love story?
"We got married after six months," she continued, her gaze distant as she recalled the past. "A year later, you were born. You were a bundle of joy to us. But then Raymond lost his job, and everything changed. He became easily irritated by the smallest things. At first, I thought it was because he couldn't provide for the family anymore. We were living off my income, but I was wrong. He started coming home drunk, leaving in the morning and returning late at night in a drunken stupor," she sniffled.
I listened quietly, realizing this was a painful recount of their relationship, far from the romantic tale I had anticipated.