我尽力了
We're going to the end of the marriage. I know I can't escape. I don't want to face the truth of my husband's derailment yet, but I know I can't flee. Is this the end of the love? Wedlock can't raise love, even if it can't continue the love—it's a tomb, isn't it? Old paroles became tears falling down my face quietly. "support each other, love forever" is only a bushwa! weltering, never stops. I hope to redeem the love we used to own. Why does men's love become so frail when they face to beguiletions! My heart have been trampled into pieces by a man's defection, and falling down deeply.
My friend said, every experience in life is a challenge from the god. Maybe. Since love dead, don't concede yourself anymore. Leaving the duty of being a mother, tell myself, be pious and happy.
At last, I want to say, never give up if love's here; if not, let it go!