I was born in Hong Kong. My parents divorced when I was small.

At eight years old I was sent to Australia like a package.
At eleven, I was told my mother was dead.
I didn’t even know how to cry.

I worked in my parents’ Chinese restaurant.
I carried trays before I carried books.
I made money before I knew what love was.

I bought my first car with my own fucking money.

When I was young, I was in a violent relationship.
He got me pregnant three times because he wanted to trap me.
I had three abortions.

I ended up in hospital because he beat me.
My father had enough. He picked me up and took me home.

A fortune teller told me three babies were following me like shadows.
She asked if I had abortions.

She said they would follow me until I gave birth to them.

Now I have three daughters.
They are my life.
They are my forgiveness.

I married a man after that. My first husband.

Weeks after our wedding I found a shoebox full of videotapes.
Him fucking other women.
Some of them filmed in our marital bed.

I moved to the sofa like a fool.
I stayed six months. Tried to make it work.

I ended up in hospital again — after trying to kill myself.

The day I walked out of hospital, I met my husband now.

He invited me to dinner. I went.
I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him.

I slept with him.

And I never left his bed.
I made a home with him.

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Completion

I learned about completion in Landmark.

Completion means done.
Complete means no residue.
Complete means the thing is handled so fully it disappears — like it never happened.

And I’ve completed many things in my life.

But there is one thing that never stops occurring:
A man’s life force.

It builds.
It moves.
It overflows.

It’s not a past event. It’s a present reality.

And because it never stops occurring — it needs ongoing completion.

This is not because I’m incomplete.
This is not because he’s broken.
This is not because I’m wounded.

This is house-holding.
This is orbit management.

This is how I keep the space clear.
How I keep myself clear.
How I keep him clear.

Completion isn’t something I chase.
Completion is something I command.
Again. And again. And again.

Because his energy never stops building — and I say where it lands.

Not once.

Every time.

That’s the work.

Completion is how I hold my domain clean.
It is how I hold my man free.
It is how I hold myself powerful.

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Legacy

We raised daughters.
I will equip them in my image.

To know what’s theirs.

To command their domain.

To receive without shame.

To clear space without apology.

To hold power like it was never lost.

And yes — through all this — we built Holedo.
Not because it was easy.
Not because we had time.
Not because we were funded.

We built Holedo in the middle of arguments.
In the middle of sickness.
In the middle of empty bank accounts.
In the middle of blame.
In the middle of silence.

We built it anyway.

Because this is what a house-holder does.

She raises her children.
She holds her man.
She clears her space.
And she directs, places and completes.