There are revelations that are like daggers in a freshly closed wound. The stuff is denied, we will not know which, by a morbid curiosity, you emerge at the figure. Some not say otherwise, it is difficult to forget some of his past, even if the future looks bright. A typed name on Facebook, a ticket that comes to mind and a photograph that appears. But this time, it's not her. They are two beautiful children. They have the eyes of their mother. The ears of the family. A daughter, spitting image of his mother. A boy, adorable scoundrel.
And at home, pain, there, somewhere.
The worst part is that we know thus is life. Eight years ago, she told me not even want children. Especially since the life of another was already dotted. Four in all. Two women. And now, six, I guess. It stirs memories, regrets that nourishes and revives a certain nostalgia. And some anger. It reminds one has been betrayed, that everything changes and people we thought were important turned the page on you, you were that fad and now they find the courage to move there when you hesitate to take a step.
I end this post on a positive note, despite everything, from my side, I found someone who fully take care! Sparkling, boring, energetic, funny and wonderful, Marge has the qualities that I could not find in the other. A killer smile, a strong character, a big heart. And it simply is the light that illuminates my path to the future.
