"Often people are afraid
of other people's judgment, so they decide
To continue to suffer their lives."
(...) I was a little girl who brought the shopping cart home with the groceries and then made the backward journey to return it to the supermarket, matured with a sadly distorted idea of family. I commiserated and pitied my mother, perhaps even went so far as to hate her.
I did not understand how he could resign himself to endure a life of so erence and abuse so as not to lose his good reputation with the townspeople.
She continued to be with a man who neither loved nor respected her. She had married at the age of seventeen after seeing her future husband only a couple of times, more to observe a family duty than out of true feeling, and this acceptance of duty had put her in a cage from which she first did not want to get out (...)
from my book: Story of a Huntress of Hearts