My divorce is becoming finalized very soon…
It was inevitable but god knows I tried. I tried and tried to save the marriage and restore the love. If my son one day asks that if I truly tried, I would have answer that would heal his wound and calm his soul and warm his heart that his dad used every thing at his disposal to stay calm and look further than revenge and he put love above everything.
Last week was my marriage anniversary and I sent her the last bunch of flowers. I am not sure if she thought it that way. I got the vibe that she thinks I was still begging for her love. She even didn’t want to acknowledge the flowers until I asked her if she got the package.
Man, I am talking about becoming the doormat. I must have been an extremely awful person that I deserve this. But hey, there is a high for every low and there is low for every high.
I’ll sit and watch when my high comes and, God I beg you, let me not to forget my low when I am getting drunkard of my high, that to become kind and stay compassionate to people around me to embrace love in my burnt shack and hold kindness in my cracked cup and spread peace with my broken Setar.
Amen!
