The Poor Little Girl

poor little girl

as the day went by I began to remember everything..

but I feel confused about whether I should say all of those things..

it's gonna be a problem..

I'm confused and agitated..

after a long time I thought about all of it..

I'd better shut up and choose not to tell the truth..

until I finally married the man I love..

we had known for three months that we were married..

at that moment I felt happiness that I never felt..

he's nice to me he doesn't mind my status...

he accepts me for what it is.how happy I am..

but two years of building a household with her I was like being made the backbone by my own husband..

after we were married one year he quit his job because of his phk from his office..

At first I encouraged him to keep trying but two years he began to give up and the need was getting thin..

he was always mad at me..

I don't think I want to rely on my husband anymore and I also have to work to fulfill everything..

the two of us have not been given any children yet but I remain patient..

I finally found a decent job working as an SPG in one of the city malls..

I always send money for home needs even though the distance of my home and work place is very far..

I believe in the husband..

he can manage my money..

but he always asked for money just before payday..

a few times like that..

but I didn't think about it..

I always borrowed money from my friends to send money to my husband..

every month is like that..

I really don't know what my husband did when I was working..

after a few months I gave my boss permission to go home for a while..

when I got home..

I saw him having an affair with another woman..

I cried sadly for a husband I trusted to do that..

I ran away and cried until someone called me as if he wanted to explain my husband..

sure enough what my neighbor said he often saw my husband carrying a woman..

and the night he gambled until morning..

I am so sorry to marry her..

I asked for a divorce from her but she always brought up my mass and my status..

he violently hit and slammed whatever was in front of him..

I really can't believe he's changed that way since he was in PHK..

then I divorced her myself because I couldn't stand her attitude..

six months later I opened a small business my life has changed since then..

I opened a simple boutique with my work..

I have five employees working in my little boutique..

I remember a bitter time that made me strong enough to endure..

being a woman is always bad..

but I'm still given a chance at life.

sad angry emotions have paid off..

I'm moving on with life..

I always try my best and as hard as I can..

I wish I was happy forever..

But I met my schoolmate and she has become a handsome and charming success..

we met while I was shopping for ingredients in my buttons..

this story is different than before...

he has a dark life story..

he told me everything after we met a few times..

he and I exchanged hearts..

at first I didn't want anyone to know what I was like..

but what's wrong with me telling her my story..

My friend Dimas...