When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "I've got something to tell you." She sat down and ate quietly. Again, I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly, I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a Divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, " you are not a man!"
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer. She had lost my heart to Janine. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
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Broken Marriage
RomanceThe small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conductive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to...
