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John accused me of stirring up trouble, of being petty and jealous, like a
suspicious wife.
His every word was like a cold blade, piercing my already wounded heart,
adding fresh pain.
Similar incidents had happened countless times, each one like coarse salt
rubbed into my wounds, the pain and suffering festering within me,
Even though I tried to handle these conflicts carefully, not wanting to escalate things, news still reached Mrs. Miller’s ears, like birds with wings,
somehow finding their way to her.
Upon learning the situation, she would, just like today, call me and try to
persuade me to back down.
Her words echoed in my ears, each one urging me to compromise. I still
remember what she said on the phone.
She believed that John’s marriage to me meant he had let go of his past. Since there was no concrete, substantial evidence proving his infidelity with me, I shouldn’t dwell on it, as if my persistence was unreasonable.
She also said that in this complex society, unfaithful men were as common
as fish in a river.
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In her view, John was a man of good judgment who would never make
mistakes regarding matters of family and life.
She felt that John always treated me with respect as his wife, being
courteous and attentive to me in social settings and family gatherings.
Therefore, she thought I should be more considerate of John, not arguing
with him over trivial matters, making him lose face in front of others.
I heeded her advice and began a long wait with a glimmer of hope.
Days turned into weeks, I was like a traveler in the desert longing for rain,
hoping that life would become as beautiful as she described.
Every day, I hoped John would change, show me more care and tenderness,
re–examine our shaky marriage.
