She resembled a filthy little child. I held her hands again, “We women are really silly when it comes to love. We are made like that. How can we help it?” “I don’t know. The thought of deceiving him was so alien to me until I had done it.” I looked into her eyes, “Do you want to be with that man?” She removed her hands from mine and pushed back her hair into place, behind her ears, “You see, the thing is that I still love my husband, and I can’t even imagine being with anyone else but him.” My sister continued, “I was with a man who was not my husband, and the night was absolutely magical.
We'll be still there for each other, we'll still see each other. I promise, whenever you need to see me all you'll have to do is call me, and I'll be there. But I doubt you'll have time to miss me too much. Not with that precious little baby boy you'll have." He didn't reply directly, kissing her instead.
Richard Anderson walked up to her and said “Woman, this would be one of the last wishes you would make before we dim your light. What would you like to know about me?” Mary was silent for a moment but managed to ask for Water. In her thoughts, she did not mind drinking poison than face a gruesome death in the hands of these
Hurry and come open the window.” My ears caught Lorenzo's’ whisper as I quietly crept toward the window. “Keep your voice low and stay still, my father has sensitive hearing.” “Doesn’t matter, he’ll find out either way.”, said Lorenzo carelessly. Despite Lorenzo’s careless words, the relationship I had with my father was different from the majority of my friends. I’ve never experienced the typical and sympathetic relationship between a father and a daughter. My father limited my freedom and prioritized Jewish conditions over everything in our household.
Why I didn’t leave him after the first slap in the face. Why I gave birth to two children. I could write a book about my reasons, about the hungry of an injured soul for love, about the vain hopes that it would be better, about the illusion born on peaceful days covering the ones full with humiliation. I can’t change the last 16 years. I can’t go back and shake myself saying: run away!
He loves me not because I'm lovely, but he loves me because He loves me." Yes, I should do the same with this sister and through her I have learned reconciliation, self-control, forgiveness, patience, confronted with conflict, and I cannot change others idea about myself, but I have the freedom to choose how to react; I can choose to receive what is a good thing for my life. So I should choose to receive positive feedback and I will develop a self-image that is consistent with it,
I wish you would look past all the little things I do and understand how much I love you and want to keep you happy. I need you and I know for a fact that you feel the same way about me. I would honestly do anything to make it up to you and I want you to help me turn over a new leaf.” And he was right. I did love him. With him my smile met my ears and I never felt lonely accept for those times where I wasn’t able to spend time with others.
Their relationship is a perfect example of a healthy, loving marriage. Despite all the controversy about the role of women in marriage, I will do my best to give my husband everything he wants and needs as long as he does the same for me. My happiness is his happiness. People can imagine their ideal wife, but in the end as long as she offers unconditional love, the small things do not matter. Once I get married, I plan to stay married to that person for the rest of my life.