By Kimmies Floral
When I got home that night my wife
served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She
sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had
to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
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