What happened two days before Eid?

According to him, "what you always wanted, kan?"

The end of a union. Talaq. Divorce.

No, that wasn't what I wanted.

Anger is funny. It masks so many things. Especially deep hurt, disappointment, frustration, tears, memories.

Anger at how easy it is for someone who begged you to marry him to save his life, to just betray your trust and loyalty of almost 18 years (13 I guess, since the last 5 were a write off) and get on with his life as if yours never mattered, as if what you shared never mattered enough to fight for.

Anger at how easily hugs and kisses turned into blows and curses on the mother of his own children.

Anger sustains you from giving in to the tears and deep wound in your heart and just curling up in bed and waiting for the Angel of Death to come get you and finally stop the pain.

Anger is a funny thing.

He couldn't see past my anger.

Because she was already in the way.

He couldn't even see the disappointment in the little ones eyes at his prolonged absences.

He couldn't see the 1825 long days and endless nights that passed without his calls and smses, affection and love that used to sustain me.

He just saw, sees her.

Must be a really hot piece of ass.

That ass who was Satan disguised as a friend.

I know. There must be something better around the corner that I can't see yet.

In His Infinite Wisdom, He Plans.

But making it to that corner is just such a feat in itself sometimes.