A Glimpse of a Child
I look back on my life, and all is confusion. My past, my mistakes, my fears and my search for serenity. I felt that one wrong move and I might lose myself. It all started when annulment hit our country. Why is everyone seem to file cases? Haven't these couples remembered what they promised in front of the altar? I thought that love can defy all odds but in later time won't even las forever. love fades, it fades away with time. like a picture kept for years and will only remain to be old memories of a broken promise.
I would Have Begged and pleaded if I am a wife to be separated from my husband. But this woman in front of me is filled with composure, there was so much strength in her. Not a single tear slipped from her rosy cheeks, and I never saw her feet trembled. i want to shout and tell her to do something. She must think of those times she spent with man she chose to love. She can't leave him., she promised to stay. They are going to throw fifteen years of their lives. When I turned my back I saw a man trying to convey the pain in his eyes. he was every inch of a sorrowing man. He was quiet for some time until the woman headed for the door. She's leaving, the man ran and asked the woman to give their marriage a second chance. But she was too blind to see, to numb to feel, too deaf to hear him.
From then on, I hated people who spend thousands of money just to be called a free man/woman again. I don't care about their reasons, the old line of finding themselves. That there are things that were not meant to be. Shame on them, they even have the guts to utter those words when they easily gave up. They were losers! They were self-centered! They were mean! And I am broken, I couldn't say anything, the pain is unbearable. By the way, the woman who left was my mother. The man behind me, mourning for a lost love and patiently waits for the woman who abandoned him was my father.
*This is not my story. It is the unwritten story of those children tormented emotionally by separation(annulment/divorce). I wish to give credit to Erica Jong were I got the first line of my essay in her book entitled "Any Woman's Blues"
I would Have Begged and pleaded if I am a wife to be separated from my husband. But this woman in front of me is filled with composure, there was so much strength in her. Not a single tear slipped from her rosy cheeks, and I never saw her feet trembled. i want to shout and tell her to do something. She must think of those times she spent with man she chose to love. She can't leave him., she promised to stay. They are going to throw fifteen years of their lives. When I turned my back I saw a man trying to convey the pain in his eyes. he was every inch of a sorrowing man. He was quiet for some time until the woman headed for the door. She's leaving, the man ran and asked the woman to give their marriage a second chance. But she was too blind to see, to numb to feel, too deaf to hear him.
From then on, I hated people who spend thousands of money just to be called a free man/woman again. I don't care about their reasons, the old line of finding themselves. That there are things that were not meant to be. Shame on them, they even have the guts to utter those words when they easily gave up. They were losers! They were self-centered! They were mean! And I am broken, I couldn't say anything, the pain is unbearable. By the way, the woman who left was my mother. The man behind me, mourning for a lost love and patiently waits for the woman who abandoned him was my father.
*This is not my story. It is the unwritten story of those children tormented emotionally by separation(annulment/divorce). I wish to give credit to Erica Jong were I got the first line of my essay in her book entitled "Any Woman's Blues"
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