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WHATS A WOMAN TO DO #diary of an army wife.
"Sometimes when signing a contract," says her man in a calm rational voice."I have a choice to take either half the deal or leave it.Walk away with nothing."
"You have a choice baby," he looks at her with pity,sympathy or perhaps love?(i cannot tell)takes out the pen from his highly decorate coat,reads through again and tell her, "Take the 50% love,its all i have to give.Otherwise, i will sign this papers if thats your wish.You walk away.You knew the stakes long before we said 'i do,' why do you want to change the game now?"
"It is yours to make baby,its yours to make." He kiss her on the forehead as he has always done for the past one year and a half,takes the shield,checks the gun,coat and cap well laid on his left arm,he heads for door.
Oh dear God.Whats a woman to do?
He gives her joy and pain happiness and tears in equal measure.She loathe and hate him with as much passion as she adores and love him.He is the rock and the foundation of her being.But lately,no not lately,since baby Israel was born,he is always gone."Even when he is here,he is never really here."
"Am too lonely and cold," She whispers to her nursing son,"am angry and empty inside.He has broken every part of me,but how can i live without?"
She puts the baby in the cot,ties back the robe and stand staring out the window as one hoping the birds singing on the branches will solve her equation;What tastes worse?The thought of him out there loving and servicing someone else or staying here with him even though his love is not sufficient for her.
Oh dear God.Whats a woman to do?
"But i do know,i do understand what hurts most..." Her voice breaks as her face struggles to conceal the battle among her soul which seeks rest far from his deception,her heart which hungers for him and logic that is screaming 'he is trouble gal,you better run!'
"With him,"she whispers."With him am a shadow.But without him i cannot breath.Without him am just but a shadow in pieces."
She place her right hand on her heart as if taking stock of how much is broken,exhales,takes the divorce papers from their dressing table and writes on the back
"My darling General,
It hurts so much to live here as your wife knowing your heart belongs to someone else,but it would hurt too much living without you in my life.
But again it doesn't matter,afterall,i live each day without you even though i have you."
She pulls out the ring,drops the robe,free her hair,give her sleeping son a long glance then enters the bathroom.
5minutes,10,15,30,1hour...Israel is awake crying for mummy.
This is the diary of an army wife.
"You have a choice baby," he looks at her with pity,sympathy or perhaps love?(i cannot tell)takes out the pen from his highly decorate coat,reads through again and tell her, "Take the 50% love,its all i have to give.Otherwise, i will sign this papers if thats your wish.You walk away.You knew the stakes long before we said 'i do,' why do you want to change the game now?"
"It is yours to make baby,its yours to make." He kiss her on the forehead as he has always done for the past one year and a half,takes the shield,checks the gun,coat and cap well laid on his left arm,he heads for door.
Oh dear God.Whats a woman to do?
He gives her joy and pain happiness and tears in equal measure.She loathe and hate him with as much passion as she adores and love him.He is the rock and the foundation of her being.But lately,no not lately,since baby Israel was born,he is always gone."Even when he is here,he is never really here."
"Am too lonely and cold," She whispers to her nursing son,"am angry and empty inside.He has broken every part of me,but how can i live without?"
She puts the baby in the cot,ties back the robe and stand staring out the window as one hoping the birds singing on the branches will solve her equation;What tastes worse?The thought of him out there loving and servicing someone else or staying here with him even though his love is not sufficient for her.
Oh dear God.Whats a woman to do?
"But i do know,i do understand what hurts most..." Her voice breaks as her face struggles to conceal the battle among her soul which seeks rest far from his deception,her heart which hungers for him and logic that is screaming 'he is trouble gal,you better run!'
"With him,"she whispers."With him am a shadow.But without him i cannot breath.Without him am just but a shadow in pieces."
She place her right hand on her heart as if taking stock of how much is broken,exhales,takes the divorce papers from their dressing table and writes on the back
"My darling General,
It hurts so much to live here as your wife knowing your heart belongs to someone else,but it would hurt too much living without you in my life.
But again it doesn't matter,afterall,i live each day without you even though i have you."
She pulls out the ring,drops the robe,free her hair,give her sleeping son a long glance then enters the bathroom.
5minutes,10,15,30,1hour...Israel is awake crying for mummy.
This is the diary of an army wife.
Published 22nd Apr 2015
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