Don't let pain represent you

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
If l could turn back the hands of time l wouldn't let but put me in the corner and not want anything

Submitted: October 12, 2015

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Home was the place l would always want to be,cause my wife was waiting for me and with the surprise l had for her,l was so excited to go.Reaching home there was no one answering the door thought it was as usual she is busy making dinner for me.L entered ran straight to the bedroom to surprise her nicely little did l know she also had something installed for me .Opened the dorr found her having group sex with her best friend and some two guys.l was shocked didn't feel anything that time ,just walked out and went to the next bar that l could think of and drown myself in my sorrows .l stayed away for a week and she didn't even once called to ask where l was?. L was now ready to face my reality went back home and she had cooked everything l loved as if she knew l was coming ,so l asked her to sit down and tell me where l went wrong?\"Darling lm sorry l slipped\"Hearing that l felt stupid humiliated. Tell me what happened how did we get here ,when did we come to this .Everything u wanted l gave to you ,however you wanted l gave it to you .L came home anytime you said l should l would tell my friends no my wife is waiting and you say you slipped or its me who did?If you were not satisfied with what l do you would have told me!if you wanted to cheat you would have done it far away not in this house in our house we build this together .We were happy right tell me we doing everything right,and this is not true! Happy man l was married to you with honour knowing l got you by my side ,today my name has changed pain is my name, l represent it and it represent me.L died inside cause l couldn't imagine my lady dressed in linen the one lm always lost in the fields of her hair,lost among her thoughts with human burning longing in her hands ,had become someone new.Swiveling like a leaf the one who will never be picked a prayer to no one.l called your name over and over again. \"LM sorry darling forgive me\"she cried and l could held her in my arms knowing she was once mine and l thought those tears were for apology but she finally said it.\"LM sorry but l made a mistake by marrying you,you are good in everything and lm in love with someone else now\".Tears fell from my eyes it was dark then but the darkness was deeper now .L watched her packing and she said lm leaving forget me and l told her its okay you can leave don't want to be in your way rather let you go cause that's how much l love you all l want to see you happy even if someone else play that part,my heart was breaking into thousand pieces with mixed feelings that l couldn't even understand as l watched her leaving .l was the one who had been betrayed why did l give in?L became comfortable in my sorrows l had found ingredients of heartache and recipe for killing pain and as time passed l made friends with the sun ,confused the birds with distance voyages images of her as much as l can remember until now that lm old and it has been years since she left and now l have depression and already at my dying age but from then l didn't find the inspiration to workhard or want anything. L learned loving someone is painful its all about give and take but if you dont sacrifice for them then you dont love them much .Always read the signs and don't ignore them but their is always somebody for everyone.Don't let broken love or vow and relations be the reason for you not to work hard or love someone again.Do your part and what you can for the day and leave what you can't and with that dont confuse who you are with the results you produce.


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