"I'm sick with you, Helga. I want divorce! Divorce! Can't you understand that? Let's stop this. Let us be done with this misery! Because I'm done with you." Tears streams freely down my lashes. His stabbing words hurts my heart over and over again. How many times did I heard him say this? Two? Four? Five? I lost count. Disappointed? It wasn't new, after spending a year with him, disappointment was never a foreign feeling. And everytime he brought this up, I never agree. No matter how many times did he broke my trust. Even if thousands of needle seems like piercing my chest, still I chose to hold on. "No, Martin. What's the problem? Don't casually mention divorce. Let's fix it, okay?"
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