My husband HATES ME 10 YEARS Hopefully this event under study make us thankful for what we have: I hate it, thats what always whisper in my heart for most of our togetherness. Though married, I never actually handed him my heart. Married to compulsion parents, my husband made me hate myself. Although forced to get married, I never show hate me attitude. Despite the hate, every day I serve as task wife. I had to do it all because I have no other handle. Some appeared I had no desire meninggalkannyatapi financial capability and support anyone. Both my parents were very fond of my husband because according to them, my husband is a husband figure perfect for their only daughter. When married, I became extremely spoiled wife. I did everything my hearts content. My husband also spoiled in such a way. I never really live my duty as a wife. I always rely on it because I think it was already supposed to be after what he did to me. I have given my life to him so that makes me happy with his duty to obey all my wishes. In our house, Im the queen. No one dared to resist. If there is the slightest problem, I always blame my husband. I do not like a wet towel placed on the bed, I was annoyed to see he put the spoon stirring the rest of the milk on the table and it left a sticky, I hate it when he uses my computer though just to finish the job. Im angry that he hung his clothes in kapstock my shirt, I was also angry that she wears no squeezing toothpaste neatly, I was upset when he called me up many times when Im having fun with my friends. At first I chose not to have children. Although it does not work, but I do not want to take care of the child. Initially he supported, and I family planning pills. But apparently he hid his desire so deep that one day I forgot to take birth control pills and even though he knows he let it. I also pregnant and only realized after more than four months, dokterpun refused to abort. Thats the biggest anger him. Anger grew when I contains a pair of twins and must undergo a difficult birth. I forced him to perform vasectomies so Im not pregnant anymore. She dutifully did all my wishes because I threatened to meninggalkannyabersama our second child. Time passed until the children do not feel repetitive to-eight years. Like the previous morning, I woke up at the end. Her husband and children were waiting for me at the dinner table. As usual, it was he who provided a full breakfast and get the kids off to school. That day, he was reminded that today was the anniversary of my mothers there. I just replied with a nod regardless words reminiscent of the events the previous year, at the time I chose to the mall and not present in the event the mother. Well, because they feel trapped by marriage, I also hate my parents. Prior to the office, usually only my husband kissed my cheek and followed the children. But that day, he also hugged me so the children tease her father noisily. I tried to dodge and release his arms. Although eventually join with the children smile. He kissed back up a few times in front of the door, as if the weight to go. When they go, I will decide to go to a salon. Spending time to the salon is my hobby. I arrived at the salon my subscription a few hours later. In the salon I met one of my friends at the same time people do not like. We chatted with fun activities including exhibiting mutual us. It was time I had to pay the bills the salon, but how shocked I was when I realized that my wallet left behind at home. Although it reached into my purse to the deepest part of me could not find it in the bag. While trying to remember-ingatapa happened until I could not find my wallet I called my husband and asked. Sorry dear, Farhan yesterday asking pocket money and I had little money it took from your wallet. I forgot to put it back into your bag, if not one I put on my desk. Said explained gently. In anger, I scolded him harshly. I hung up without waiting for finish. Shortly thereafter, my cell phone rang again and although still upset, I will lift it with half snaps. Moreover ?? Honey, Im home now, Im going to grab my wallet and drove him to you. Unfortunately now there is where? My husband asked quickly, worried I hung up again. I called the salon name and without waiting for the answer again, Im back off the phone. I talked to the cashier and said that my husband would come to pay my bill. The owner of the salon that my friend actually let me go and said I could pay for it later when Im back again. But shame as the enemy My wallet also hear behind me proud to owe once. It was raining when I looked out and look forward to my husbands car soon. Minutes passed into hours, I was getting impatient so start the phone call my husband. There was no answer despite many times I called. Though usually only two times my phone rings already lifted. I started to feel bad and angry. My phone was lifted after several attempts. When sound bentakanku out yet again, a strange voice answered the phone my husband. I was silent for a moment before the sound of the stranger introduced himself, Good day, mother. Is the wife of the father Armandi mother? I answer that question soon. The stranger turned out to be a police officer, he told me that my husband had an accident and now he is being taken to the police hospital. At that time I was silent and the only answer thank you. When the phone is closed, I squatted with confusion. My hands clutched the phone in my hands and some salon employee approached swiftly asked what was wrong until my face turned pale white as paper. Somehow I ended up in the hospital. Somehow also knew-knew the whole family was there after me. Im just waiting for my husbands silence in front of the emergency room. I do not know what to do as long as it was he who did everything for me. When finally after waiting a few hours, right when the maghrib call to prayer sounded a doctor came out and delivered the news. My husband has gone. He went not because of the accident itself, the stroke was the one that led to his death. Finished hear that fact, I even busy parents and parents reinforcing the shock. There was absolutely no drop of tears in my eyes out. I was busy calming the mother and father-in-law. Children who hit hugged her tightly but their grief completely unable to make me cry. When the body was brought into the house and I sat in front of him, I was staring face. I realize this is the first time I really looked at her face that looks fast asleep. I approached her and looked at it carefully. Thats when my chest becomes congested remembered what he had given me over the past ten years of our togetherness. I touched his face gently that has a cold and I realized this is the first time I touched her face, which had always decorated with a warm smile. Spread tears in my eyes, blurring my vision. I gasped trying wiped tears that did not hinder my last look at her, I want to remember all the sweet memories of her face so that my husband does not end just like that. But instead of stopping, the heavy tears flooded my cheeks. Warning of a mosque imam who can not afford funeral procession set me stop crying. I tried to hold it, but my chest remembering what I had done to him the last time we talked. I remembered how I never pay attention to their health. I almost never set her eating. Though he always arranged what I eat. He noticed vitamins and medications that should kukonsumsi especially when pregnant and after giving birth. He never missed eating regularly reminded, sometimes even fed me when Im lazy to eat. I never knew what he was eating because I never asked. Even I do not know what he likes and dislikes. Almost the entire family to know that my husband is a fan of instant noodles and strong coffee. My chest tightened hear it, because I know he may be forced to eat instant noodles because I hardly ever cook for him. I only cook for the children and myself. I do not care he had eaten or not when I go home. He could eat my cooking only when trace. When she came home late every day because of the office is quite far from home. I never want to respond to his request to move closer to the office for not far away from where my friends live. At the funeral, I could not help it anymore. I fainted when I saw her disappear simultaneously burying the soil pile. I do not know anything until waking up in my big bed. I woke up with a sense of regret fulfill my chest cavity. Extended family talked me in vain because they never know why I was so hurt to lose him. The days that I lead after his departure is not freedom as long as it wanted but instead I was stuck in the desire to be with her. In the early days of his departure, I sat stunned staring at an empty plate. Father, mother and mother-in-law talked me into eating. But remember was when my husband persuaded me to eat when Im mengambek first. When I forget to bring a towel in the bath, I called him screaming as usual and when even my mother who came, I crouched down crying in the bathroom hoping he is coming. Habit that call every time I can not do anything at home, making his friend answered the phone confusion. Every night I wait for him in the bedroom and hope tomorrow morning I woke up with in the next figure. I used to get so annoyed when hearing the sound of his snoring to sleep, but now I often woke up because the longing to hear back. First I was annoyed because he was often a mess in our bedroom, but now I feel our bedroom feels empty and hollow. I used to be so upset if it does the job and meninggalkannyadi laptop without logs out, now Im staring at a computer, the keys rubbed his fingers hoping the former is still left there. In the past I do not like it make coffee without placemats on the table, now the scar is left in the morning breakfast terakhirnyapun not want to erase. Typical television remote hidden, now with easy I found, though I hope to replace the loss by losing the remote. All the stupidity that I did because I realized that he loves me and Ive been hit by the arrows of his love. Im also mad at myself, I was angry because everything looks normal even though he is not there. Im angry because the clothes are still there left a smell that makes me homesick. Im angry because they can not stop all of my sorrow. I am angry because theres nothing else to persuade me to calm down, there is no longer a prayer reminds although now I do it with sincerity. I pray because I want to apologize, apologize to God for a husband who squandered awarded to me, asking for forgiveness for being such a good wife to a husband who is not so perfect. Sholatlah were able to remove my grief piecemeal. Love God showed me with so much attention from the family for me and the children. My friends who had been defend this Stand up, almost never show their noses after the departure of my husband. Forty days after his death, the family reminds me to rise from adversity. There are two children who are waiting for me and should I live. Back confusion came over me. So far I know wrong and never worked. All done my husband. How much revenue so far I never cared, I cared about only the amount of dollars that he transfer to my bank account for personal use and wear for every month the money is almost never left. From the office where he works, I gained last salary along with bonus compensation. When I paused not expect to see it, it turns the entire salary is transferred into my account for this. Though I was never the slightest use for domestic purposes. He obtained the money from somewhere else to meet household needs because I never asked about that hotel.Its though I know now I have to work or my children would not be able to live because of the amount of final salary and bonus compensation will not be enough to feed all three of us. But work where? I almost never have any experience at all. Everything is always governed by him. Confusion missed some time later. My father came with a notary. He brings a lot of documents. Then the notary gave a letter. Husband affidavit that he bequeathed his entire estate to me and the children, he accompanies his mother in the letter but that makes me not able to say anything is what she wrote to me. Beloved wife Liliana, Sorry to have to leave first, dear. sorry to make you responsible for taking care of everything yourself. Im sorry I can not give you love and affection again. God gave me the time is too short for love and children is the best thing I ever did for you. If I could, I would like to accompany affection forever. But I do not want you to lose my love for granted. So far I have been saving little by little for your life later. I do not want pity hard after I left. Not much I can give but I hope dear can memanfaatkannyauntuk raising and educating children. Do your best to them, yes dear. Do not cry, my dear spoiled. Do a lot of things to make your life wasted for this. I give you the freedom to realize the dreams that you do not have time for this. Im sorry if I trouble you, and may God give me a better mate. Teruntuk Farah, my beloved daughter. Forgive as the father can not be with you. Be a good wife as mother and Farhan, knight protector. Keep mother and Farah. Do not be a naughty boy again and always remember wherever you are, the father will be there to see it. Okay, Buddy! I sobbed reading the letter, there is a cartoon with glasses that were given typical tongue sticking my husband if he sent the note. Notary told that my husband had been having some insurance and savings deposits from the legacy of his biological father. My husband made some effort from the results of these savings and business deposits was quite successful despite dimanajerin by people cried kepercayaannya.Aku could only know how much he loved us, so that when death came to him he still overwhelm us with love. I never thought of getting married again. The number of men in attendance was able to remove the figure is still so alive in my heart. Day by day just kuabdikan for my children. When my parents and my in-laws go one by one leaving selaman ever, none left a deep sadness grief when my husband left. Now the second son twenty-three-year-old daughter. Two more days my daughter married a young man from across the land. Our daughter asked, Mom, what should I do next after becoming a wife, Farah because the can not cook, can not nyuci, how ya maam? I embrace it, saying dear Love, love your husband, love your heart choice, love what he has and you will get everything. Because of love, you will learn to please him, will learn to accept its shortcomings, will learn that for any issue, youll get it done in the name of love. My daughter looked at me, like a mothers love for a father? Love is that what makes the mother remained faithful to the father until now? I shook my head, no, my dear. Love your husband as a father loves the mother first, like father loved you both. Mother loyal to the father because the fathers love is so great in the mother and the two of you. I may not be lucky because there was show my love to my husband. I spent ten years for hate, but spent most of the rest of my life to love. Im free from him because of death, but I could never be free of her love is so sincere.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 13:20:01 +0000
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