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"to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."the vow of love echoed, time and over, in her earmind at the court. and the scene suddenly floats into her mind, which hand in hand, she and her husband were walking with happly smile on their faces.
up till now did she come to realize that the hardest thing ever in the world is nothing less than to make the choice, the choice of whether to be with him or not, which she doesn't in the least want to.
with so many people being audiences, of course her kiths and kins included, and those who were so familar with now turned out complete strangers, thought. looking around,what appears first is her father's sharp eyes alone. she holds her breath for a moment and answers the question asked several minutes ago, bythe judge." to divorce or not is at your discretion, what is your opinion"?"yes, i go with the divorce", she says, with tears rolling down her face, all of a sudden, the whole world is blured with the drops of water as if the air were frozen, and she is shrivering with cold. her heart sinks and she feels winded.
rushing out the gate of court and without taking a look at even a glimpse of her ex-husband she soon disappears in the crowds. he must have been so heart-broken that he couldn't utter a word the instant i spited out my discision, she thought. cause no one under the sun konws him as well as i do, just as i used to. three years elampses, he is exactly as he was. how much joy and sorrow we would share had it not been my mom, mom's inerference in our love,and mom's pains finally are rewarded. she did succeed in taking s apart but did me in.
as she sinks into safa, her mind gets blank. shortly afterwards, she comes to her sense and cannot help but write a letter.
dear mom and dad,
i am happy, to be exact, more than happy to write you a letter not because i take pleasure in doing this but because only in this way can i vent out my real feelings hidden over three years and now i will bare my soul to you.
i should own you so much for bringing me into this wonderful world and raising me. however, my hatred for you much exceeds my gratiude.
who on earth knows that how i got through the days jack, my ex were not by my side. what joy is joy if he is not nearby, i sensed the world, the exact whole world meaninglessly, and it seemed that i had fallen into the obsis of agony, groping for ways out but with no luck, i hadn't been offfered by a helping hand, i tried to speak out but i chocked, i tried to walk away but i stumbled, my world crumbled. mom, i plead you to give my freedom back, the word"love"doesn' means to jail me in the cage---marry a rich man that doesn't interest me. i am not goods, not at all. i am a person with emotions. you two, you and dad, managed to trade me with money , beyond your wildist expectations, all you did was rather successfully, however, you ditched me to my former husband, and he so much treasured me and loved me, as later later in my wedding day i did for him.
what bugs me most is what to do remains to be decided.you can jst keep the wolf out the door and you think of me, thus i become the magician in your eyes who can earn money with eyes closed, ad is a generous provider. ignorant of my inner feelings, i was sold two times, and the number of trade will soo climb onto three, much to my dismay, i was treated badly and indeed i led a dog's life. luckly, i love my former husband, he felt the same way for me. it was you who ripped my love in bud and found me the second buyer, by whom i was beaten many a time, and dispised most in that i was a good he brought in and abandond pennelessly. i couldn't go back to m ex-husband, because he loved me so much that he came to me first wheneverhe was needed until robbed as poor as a mouse in church. have my senses taken a leave since my marrige i ran beautifully ended up with divorce in the control of you and dad.
mom, in my retrospect, i felt sentimentally attached to you, you became the umbrella in a rainy day, the wall when blowing strong wind, under your protection never had i known the sense of fear. i know, come rain, come sunshine, there was someone whom i could always rely on. now those days are gone. all i have are the memories and only.
mom, i am not your slave, am i ? please step aside, let me in, let me be the master of my own.
yours,
beloved daughter.
no sooner ha she finished writting the letter she groped her hand into pocket and took out a knife. with eyes fixed on her wrist, she raises her hand, the knife in, blood out. bloo comes flooding from her plse and weepens the letter.
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- Reply rich
- what a moving story! is it real or just a work of your imagination? looks like you have the talent of becoming a writer, being so imaginative. a word of advice: it would read more smoothly if you wrote more carefully with your spellings. (no sooner ha she/ bloo comes) hope to see more of your writings. happy new year!
- Reply louislaolu
- The story is fleshed out with your description. You really have the makings of a good short story writer. What has become of the runaway girl later? I wish to read the ending of the story.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- rich: what a moving story! is it real or just a work of your imagination? looks like you have the talent of becoming a writer, being so imaginative. a wordI am really sorry for not giving a timely reply. Because I was wavering between telling the truth or making up a lie about the question asked. But finally I bring myself to tell the truth, partly because dishonesty is foreign to my nature, another reason is there is no need burying my head in the sand, right? The story was written based on a fact that the love and hate relationship between my real brother and sister-in-law.As you can see, the leading lady was her,and her ex was my brother. Their happy-go-lucky marriage was taken apart by her mother and father for some reasons.But the only difference between my fact-based story and the reality lies in the ending part, she is still alive today with her new husband and I guess she is a mother of a baby, six years elapsed, my brother stays still single, and he was badly hurt by the past unagreeable experience,aka, aftereffect of the tradgy marriage.Thanks for your adivice of the mispellings-problem, I will keep a close eye on that. A happy and prosperous new year for you.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- louislaolu: The story is fleshed out with your description. You really have the makings of a good short story writer. What has become of the runaway girl later? II am really sorry for not giving a timely reply. Because I was wavering between telling the truth or making up a lie about the question asked. But finally I bring myself to tell the truth, partly because dishonesty is foreign to my nature, another reason is there is no need burying my head in the sand, right? The story was written based on a fact that the love and hate relationship between my real brother and sister-in-law.As you can see, the leading lady was her,and her ex was my brother. Their happy-go-lucky marriage was taken apart by her mother and father for some reasons.But the only difference between my fact-based story and the reality lies in the ending part, she is still alive today with her new husband and I guess she is a mother of a baby, six years elapsed, my brother stays still single, and he was badly hurt by the past unagreeable experience,aka, aftereffect of the tradgy marriage. I really rejoice to see you here and your compliments, cause as a child I dreamt about being a writer one day, and I have set my mind on achieving it though there is a long way to go. Belated happy new year to you!
- Reply snowflying
- marriage is most important result not only in girls but also in boys. when i read your reply, i understood it's a real story. to be frank, i always think it's a false story like a literal fiction. from your wonderful english language, i can feel your rich tender sentiments inyour inner heart world. someone says we human live in two worlds at the same time, one is the outside world which exists there without depending on anyone's thoughts, another is our within world which just exists in ourselves' brains. from your blogs, i cam experience your richness in your inside world.girl, you have some presious peaceful nature in your young brain, that's way to lead yourself to success content and happiness.
May your brother happy in the coming ages, May each your family member and good friends have a happy life,girl.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- snowflying: marriage is most important result not only in girls but also in boys. when i read your reply, i understood it's a real story. to be frank, i always ththank you for everything. they said and i quote"birds of feather flock together"we are of the same blood, that is why i think we can stay in strong friendship, if i must put limits on the duration, then i hope it lasts for a lifetime. and i do like as you are, it is your gold of heart and kindness to others that tug my heartstrings. there is nothing more valuable than a kind heart, i suppose so.
- Reply bluephoebe
- What a story! you really have a talent for writing. as a mother, I already realized that the most difficult part about parenting is not to take care, to protect your love,---because that's the part of mum and dad's nature---but to step aside and let they go when the time is coming. I feel sorry for your brother and his ex-wife, I also feel sorry for the mother. in some way she failed as a mother. Now I am reading" Cry no more", a book i read many times but still bring tears into my eyes. To find her son who took away from her ten years ago, the heroine sacrificed everything: her job, her marriage, her life. she spend ten years to find her son back, and when she finally found him, she gave him away. because his son was adopted by loving parents and have a happy life. Because she love, turely love his son, she made the right, but the most difficult decision to let him go, to step aside, even that decision almost took her life. Any way, best wishes to you and to your brother. Hope he could soon step out of the past shadows and move on.
- Reply lushanshan9010
- bluephoebe: What a story! you really have a talent for writing. as a mother, I already realized that the most difficult part about parenting is not to take care,Wow, the story you mentioned grips my heart, indeed it is a good book worth reading. Yes, to be a mother is really not easy, though I 've got no experience, esp in marriage part, most parents cannot deal with that properly beacause they don't know what their children really need and should repect children's choice, in spite of the decision made by the children being hard to accpet sometime. And as a daughter or son, he or she should take many factors into account, not only personally but also collectively. Recently the hardest part in life I have found is not to make choices that we have to but the compromise we should come to all for a joint goal---making most people happy even if we have to meet each the halfway.
