TIME

“I helped you clean the house. I cooked for you all the times, you made me hate what my parents were telling me just because I wanted to be with you. Why did you take these things for granted? You know that I loved you” I read this with a cold look. I it is very unusual of me these days to follow the memes that runs on my news feed.

“Of all the risks that I have ever taken in life, yours is the most bulky risk that I have ever taken. John, I thought you were a good man and I never knew that good men could be recreated in just a blink of an eye.” She continued with the lamentations in that lengthy article that she wrote on her wall, and which my friend had the guts to tag me in a comment so that, whenever I get a breath and all the times in the world from my tiresome hurdle hustles; then, I could read and give my judgment: maybe, taking part with the newly recruited class of Internet chauvinist in town that threatens men with their feminine attitudes: when they’re dumped and go silent when they visit the altar and their toothless mothers ululate in the background when pastors pronounce them husbands and wives: through thick and thin, through triumph or in doubt, and, in sickness or in health.

Anyway, that’s a topic for another day. Peace!

“You were my victor. You gave me everything that I could never ask for more. We suffered together. We won battles and we lost amicably as a team. Why did you do this to me? Tell me why you wasted my time for nothing? You will be happy and yet I live with an open scare. Just imagine that.” She furthered.

This stung me like a bee. I have trust weaknesses inside me and I have tried my best to cure this but miserably failed. I always take the first speakers in many cases as right. But this one, I was curious to know more of what intrigued and brought us to this juncture. I mean, we, the public that are being fed with this stuff. My Twitter friend, Majang Chien would call it a sumptuous meme because he is the only man who lives on bread and memes. What brought us to this point? Good enough, she was, too, a close friend of this same person who mentioned me in a comment. The whole point, according to my friend was that her man got married to another woman. Who, according to my friend or her friend or our friend rather, her man left her with nothing after he was milk dry by the girls and then instead settled in one of the old single mother’s house and refused to have anything with her and the boy.

“Whoever said men are dogs was right. I never believe they would be this malice. If they weren’t dogs, then no any other animal would ever think of hurting his own servant. You beat me like a drum and I never ever cried loud enough to alert the neighbors. So many times, you come home late and drunk and cause havoc. Even when your own son is busy sleeping, you would always want to teach him to be your version.” Though I was somehow dizzy, I stood up and went to the seat in order to read it. I was beginning to see the picture: maybe she wrote this when she was at a kitchen counter (by the way, this is the best office where most women think constructively and come up with what can build or destroy a fearful; pale, unkempt hair and in her sleeping attires and a cup of coffee that has not been touched.

My friend told me that she knows the story and what she had just shared was only a portion of what she has not told. Maybe because of the love and respect she still has for him. “That woman has gone through hell already here on earth.” My friend was telling me. “They both met back when we were still in high school. If I could remember maybe, in form two. They later got married (though not officially married at the altar) in third year.”

“How old is their son now?”

“Maybe two or three years old. I am not quite sure.”

“I thought you guys were friends. What happened?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really.”

I kept quiet for a while and then I decided not to ask anything related to the topic. And because of that, she told me more.

“Her man is the last thing any woman would ever pick out of all the materials that makes a complete man. He is a good-looking man, yes, but his characters are way too much to hell.” She said. When Mary was evicted out of her father’s house, and then he took the responsibility of feeding, clothing and protecting her from any external attack, it seems the love they shared faded away in the wind – especially on John’s side. When she first saw changes in his life, she approached him and they discuss how they will bar the malady. Nothing really happened. All he could do was to party from town to town and drink as much as a fish could drink the Nile’s content because he could afford to buy any brand of wine.

“I used to tell her to leave that man alone but she couldn’t listen to me.” She said. I find it absurd too to do that. It’s like you’re advising Kim Kardashian to leave Kanye Wes and marry your local church pastor. Believe it or not, this would be a best joke that could make the family make a handsome paycheck.

On the other hand, it is very important to live a peaceful life. Domestic violence is an old-fashioned strategy that modern families could never initiate to solve their differences: neither is it to men, nor to the women that abuse their marriages. What my college friend told me could breed thieves, raising kids that could turn out as national headache in the political arenas, etc, etc.

Anyway, this is the pattern that the world is following and no one is left out in this game. Today you’re screwed, the next day, it is your neighbor.

Time wastage is the new trend of our today’s life. Rain takes long to start falling. The government takes almost forever to pass a bill into a law. Insurance policy marketers takes long before they get call after clients excuse themselves that they will discuss whether to terminate their other contracts with CIC group or UAP insurance because it is a collective responsibility, and; even the bloggers like myself.

If you’re experiencing cases of domestic violence or you have someone who is experiencing the same, please do not hesitate to call the authority to intervene. Homes have been broken; kids have been entering into single parenting families when they’re still young and this leads to homelessness. Please report or call 122 for emergency.

And, please take my apology for I did not comply to publish last week’s article. I had and I will still have rough time based on my work schedule and inability to access Internet in the next two or three weeks. If the blog post delays again, this is the excuse I’m giving you advance.

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