There comes a time in any woman’s life when she has to draw a line: how many failed loves, how many boring dates, how many frustrated exes, how many unspoken marriages … No no, not a checklist, although I know people who have such a list, long as a fasting day. Honestly, I haven’t decided yet what is more to my advantage, to have the list or to be on the list (you and, surprise, your best friend). Well, let’s spare the details … Read more
I loved my husband beyond reason. I loved him so much that I completely forgot that I should love myself as well. You’re gonna laugh, but I still love him. I love him for how he once was (or I thought he was). I love him for the strength of my love for him, although the farther he is, the more I love him now. I actually left him because of love. The forgotten love for myself. Read more
I’m in the middle of a book about marriage—borrowed from a friend, like many of life’s biggest questions. Marriage has always stirred something in me. Not just curiosity, but a kind of restless wonder. Among all the existential questions that occasionally camp out in my mind, a few wear wedding rings.
I still remember a moment from my teenage years—one of those imprints that time doesn’t blur. My mother, with her unshakable realism, said to me: “Every marriage looks perfect from the outside. But once you’re inside, there’s no guarantee that your home will ever feel truly peaceful again. Arguments creep in when you least expect them—usually over children or money.”
At the time, I didn’t fully understand what she meant. Now, it echoes louder with each page I turn. Marriage isn’t just about love. It’s about negotiations, mismatched expectations, and figuring out how two people can keep choosing each other through chaos and calm.
And I keep reading… trying to make sense of the mystery.
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