This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of the Human Archive Project

I am the hero of this story. My husband cheated on me thrice after I left to work in a foreign country. It was difficult to even start to process this, especially since I was far away from him, across an ocean. The people I work for do not understand our struggles, the pain of leaving our kids behind, becoming a stranger to them, not being able to be by their side for years when they need a mother to care for them, especially when they are sick. Through these struggles I have been able to prove to myself that I am strong. In spite of being alone in this foreign land, I was able to survive and conquer my fears. My family are far away in the Philippines, they do not know about my troubles. They never knew that I was once on the edge of giving up, of losing hope.