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I published a story yesterday and I’m here to share the second part with you. I really hope you like it, share your thoughts, all that stuff. It’s not long enough to be a part two but it is what it is I guess.
For better, for worse. Part 2
What couldn’t I possibly understand? Everything seemed clear to me. Dad messed up, yes, he did. It’s alright if it happens just once, but repeatedly? No. It’s not even okay at all. It really isn’t.
“What is there that I don’t understand?” I asked her. I wanted answers. I wanted it to be clear to me. I needed a solid answer. She sighed, looked at me again and said “where would I have started from if I had left? I didn’t want to be part of those people who left their husbands house and remarried.” She paused . “I do not want to belong there. What would people say? “ she continued. “I would have been alone with you two.” In that moment, I felt numb. I didn’t want to continue the discussion because I knew it’d end up in an argument. We stayed quiet for a long time. My head was spinning because I was thinking about a lot. I hated the fact that all she felt was shame, when she shouldn’t be the one feeling shame. The society is so messed up. “We made vows at the altar . We are married. You can’t just walk out of a marriage like that.” “What would people say?” She said yet again. My head was still spinning. What vows ? He already broke that. “I don’t think the for better for worse means when he’s cheating on you, or when he doesn’t regard your feelings mother.” “He has no single respect for you. You pay all the bills and you can’t just leave? That’s just plain suffering .” “Fade…” she sighed .
“It doesn’t make any sense to me ma. It doesn’t.“
What are your thoughts?? As for me sha, I believe Jesus will intervene 😭. I’d be sharing my thoughts tomorrow. Until then, let me know yours.
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