My mom always dreamt of a big wedding for me. But, never in her wildest dreams did she think things would turn out the way they did. I have always had issues with commitment. They stemmed from watching how my parents interacted with each other —my father was mean, spiteful and unfaithful. Although my mom tried to hide this from me, I always saw through everyone’s façade. My father’s infidelities taught me a debilitating lesson—the only person I could trust was myself and no one else. Observing him was a great tutorial on human behavior and I credit him with my amazing ability to dissect people as quickly as within the first five minutes of meeting them. My instincts have yet to be wrong. Read the full story