In life, we don't always get what we want.
Falling in love is a great feeling.
Being loved in return is even a more greater feeling.
But not being loved in return by the one we fall in love with is... PAINFUL!
Love is beautiful,
Love is sweet...
Love knowsnoreason, Loveknowsnolie, Lovedefinesallreasons, Lovehasnoeyes. ButLoveisnotblind, Loveseesallbutdoesn'tmind.
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It's been six month after our wedding, and there's no progress, if there's anything then it's getting worse. Aslam and Aisha are getting even more close and it's breaking me. I can't handle it anymore. I can't continue watching them without saying anything.
Today is the day I'll knock some senses into Aslam's head, I can't stand him treating me the way he likes. I am his wife and I deserve nothing but love and respect from him.
I am fed up being the one trying to make up conversations.
I went straight into his bedroom without knocking. He was lying on his bed and typing on his phone with Aisha, probably. She went out early this morning.
"We need to talk." I said, sternly.
"About?" He asked not looking at me.
"Would you at least drop your phone for some minutes?" I said, feeling exasperated; "What I am about to say is important."
"Speak, I am listening," he glanced at me. "My ears are listening, not my eyes."
I stamped my feet on the floor, hotly, feeling angry. "Just drop the goddam phone for some minutes, it won't kill you, would it? I have been the one trying to make things right, since from day one, but you always push me off. Am I the one who asked you to marry me? Why are you suffering me this way? I get you don't like me but we can try to be friends, eh? Do you know how painful it is when you ignore me? Of course you don't! You never get ignored.
Each time I go to my parents, I always lie to them, telling them everything is alright while nothing is. I have been trying to cover up for you. Why? Because I want us to progress. If I should tell my parents or yours about the happenings in this house. By Allah, you will regret it, but I have been trying to cover up for you, even though it's hard, I still do. Treat me with respect! That's all I ask. I mean, is that too much? As your wife I deserve it, don't you think?" I finished, breathing hard, all the while, Aslam didn't even look up at me. He was still tapping on his phone.
