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Thursday, May 20, 2010

She loves me none..

Another interesting story:

I was talking to one of my friend, that I have not yet seen in so many years. The amazing-ness of technology nowadays can make the time and space continuum seemed a bit small and manageable.

So anyway, I met this gal a while back in 2006, and honestly it was nothing more than just a fling. I kinda like her, kinda like having her around, but never really intend to take the relation-ship thing further.

Recently we've just crossed paths, and then we started talking back in the chatting world. Kind off like a stress relieve from me, since I can multi-task and still entertained with the daily stupid stories that she would share with me.

To make long story short, she is now married, with baggage (read: kid) and she could not stop talking about how fat and miserable her husband is... How her mother-in-law is unpleasant and many other secret stories from her marriage, things that she wished would be different and should have been different.

Well, you should not have kid or kids that early!

Your life will be miserable because first of all, you cannot take care of yourself period. If you life a life of discontent with your significant other and then decided to have kid/ kids, you basically nailed your own coffin. But then again who told you to get married so early?

You should not live with your in-laws!

Whether it's your mom/dad or her mom and dad, you should have a separate sanctuary where your marriage can stay and grow. Now you're sick seeing his or her mom, and they are sick of seeing your ass as well, who's fault? And you can't just move out of the situation because marriage is not like an apartment rent, it's pretty much solid and binding.

You should not compare!

This is where you should be contempt, with what you've had and work things out. You should not compare your wife/ husband with someone else's. The source of contentment is not about how much money your spouse make or how good looking he/she is. This is the choice you made back during the wedding vow, and if you choose wrong, you should still work it out.

You should not waste time!

As a matter of fact, you should work your ass off, so you won't lose your place. The world is full of people that is willing to do what you do for less, only people with skills and experience will be able to retire early and enjoy life. For some of you, flippin' burgers is the only way to go, not by fate but rather by choice.

What surprised me is that now she is talking about how supposedly she stayed with me and be with me rather than being with her husband. She thinks that I am successful, wonderful and cheerful. On the back of my mind I know (and I recite this over and over...) She loves me none...

I will think about her, when she's changing diapers and I am enjoying a drive in the sun,
I will think about her, when she quarreled with husband and in-laws because the ends could not meet.
I will think about her, since she is so typically "dumb," but I won't feel bad..

because still, she loves me none...

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