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My husband was a man, that I may say, every woman would want. We met during college days. He is my only BF and me as his only GF. We did broke up coulpe of times, as me, as the most dearest daughter in the family, parents wanted the best for me. My mother wanted a man wearing a necktie for me. Which is very opposite to my BF which is a rugged type man. After graduation in college, took the licensure exam and immediately I started to work. Without preparing for a couple's life, me and my BF lived in without marriage as my parents never want me to marry him. I got pregnant and got married two months after I delivered our first baby. We really was like love birds . His job, was sailing and sailing for 9 months and went home for 3 months. Everytime he's home I used to organized his suitcase. We were on our 3rd year, when I found a letter from a woman, the heading...Dearest....at the bottom I love you ". My tears started to drop and profusely flowing. I cried because when I tried to assessed myself, I could be counted as the best wife. All I did was loved him, became stubhorn , fighting for our love.
When he came home and saw me crying, he asked what's wrong. I replied nothing, I just felt like crying...

In myself, if I would asked whose that woman, and he would reply, that he loved her, and she is beautiful than me.. I would lost him. And I loved him that much and could not afford to lose him. He got mad telling me, to shout at him, or anything I would do, just to tell him what was wrong. But I just hugged him. I kept that pain the whole time of our marriage. I told myself, I will never allow no one to take away my husband from me. And yes i kept that promise ...
So I guess, keeping the pain, works to keep the relationship in place...

on our 10th year as a married couple..roughly 3 years was the most that were together.
Married life, not just happy and sweet . But there were lots of trials . Both could be attracted to anyone, and would lead to lost of trust between each other. But, either a wife or a husband should fight to keep the love and marriage.
My husband once had an affair as alleged by my elder sister and wanted to proved it. She brought me to a restaurant where she saw my husband with other woman and a couple sharing a table. Well, I wanted to confront face to face, but I had that 2nd thought. Giving him a chance, so as if I did not saw them. My husband disappear so quick, guilty???
When he's gone I talked to the woman as alleged by my elder sister, his other woman. I approached politely and professionally but I was straight forward, no beating around the bush. I asked her, if they have something intimate. But she remained speechless. If there is nothing, I did asked an apology as the proof was not that strong. Anyhow I asked her, if there is...i told her, "just make sure to make him happy more than I did, if not,...I will kill you, for destroying my family".
Well, I got busy with my business, but in as much as I could, I keep my most to have time for both of us. When I went home that day, everything at home was well organized, my husband did everything to catched my attention. I felt so home , so wholesome. He was expecting me to at least say something, but I expressed my appreciation on what he did at home. Then he asked me to say something. About what??my replied to him.
He said, I was torturing him, for being silent.
Well, I just told him, "just don't do it again".

Since then, I saw how dedicated my husband was , in our family.

Is it really worth killing, keeping a man????

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Childhood memories is the best memories I always loved to reminisce .
At age 5, I had to to woke up like 4am as that's the time where my father used to got up, to fed our carabaos, I had to run after my father, jumped up over one of his carabaos.
He used to tell stories like the monkey and the turtle and the like stories while we pasture those carabaos. Then we had to bring them to the river to bathe them. I used to swam with that river with those carabaos..huhhh..and those carabaos pooped. after bathing we had to bring them to the rice farm, to plow the field. It was how I enjoyed my childhood. We had to crossed the river when going to school, even there was flood . That made me a good swimmer. At school, I excelled having my mother involved in a politics, a leader in our community. Her influenced helped a lot so for me to had that edged to my classmates ..so I always lead the class til I graduated in high school. Well I could not hide the fact that, people around us considered me as the most stubhorn of all my parents children. What I wanted, I will surely get, with all means. But my being stubhorn, is with sense of direction. My parents as farmer and a plain housewife, that's the only means of living. But the 8 children, in the family, we were able to finished college and became professionals, which is why I always proud of my parents. Just recently my mom received as the most outstanding parents, and a good leader in the community, she is at age age 81 now.
Going back to my passion, I enjoyed in the farm than at the house. So I never learned how to cook, even when I settled down, my husband is a good cook anyway. Lol.But, the farm thing, that's my expertise, my parents believed I have that green thumb. I dreamt to be one of the best agriculturists , just that, I was not meant to be. My elder sister enrolled me in Commerce as she did not want me to live in the farm in my entire life. I never like the Course, so I did not studied seriously , and just finished one semester and decided to stopped than spending money that my parents worked so hard. My uncle offered, to send me to school provided I will take up BS Pharmacy. Raised in a poor family, I thought it was a great opportunity. So I grabbed it. Which is why I became a pharmacist instead of agriculturists..But I do loved my profession, and enjoy my job too. Well, am a person who enjoy what's on my hand. But in my heart, that passion working in the farm is still within me. Anyhow, I did enjoy with my gardens around me right now, which serves as my alarm clock, as i really had to got up early, to water them.i don't buy vegetable in the market or groceries no more as I want to make sure what am cooking is free from chemicals that could be harmful to health. So far I have many in my garden, cauliflower,brocolli,letucces, bokchoy, and a lot more. I even harvested some brought them to the market and exchange with some like, onions garlic. Bottom line my hobby, is of great helped, for me and my colleagues as well. Lemon grass, huhhh..I have numerous, this grass which is good to help lower the cholesterol when used as tea. Where ever I travelled I used collecting seeds.
My papaya from West Africa, is the sweetest papaya I ever taste.
Looking back from where I came from, I am grateful, that I was brought up in a family where I came from, that moulded me to became a person who I am now. And in my heart I still have that dream to live where I was. A farm house surrounded with beautiful gardens. Imagining it, I already felt..it would be a paradise.
Well, guys I was thinking the best title for this , but, just that, I could not think more than this.

Many times I've written about how my body like to wake up oh it can be anywhere after midnight and it doesn't matter if I fall asleep early or late. The sleeping hours were more of a challenge when I used to have to drive to an office but being semi retired not so much.

Although I'm getting quite used to this new life style I don't often blog about the many things that just pickle me tink first thing in the morning while the rest of the world on this side of the planet snores but trust me, sometimes I feel so damn happy over something little I just want to shout it out. Not many people like a morning person so I refrain, my brother especially get annoyed if I wake him when excited. In his mind I'm like one of my tiny dogs all excited running around stuck in third gear all dressup with no where to go.

So this morning's trigger was on FB. One of my co-worker who I only got to work a few months with stole my heart with his story of adopting two siblings from our state, Florida's child welfare division. He started the process long before I met him. His wife works with disabled children and for whatever reason they wanted to adopt and were most likely going to adopt a child with challenges. When we worked side by side I knew he put in for a kid or two but for whatever reasons the adoptions did not go through.

Finally (after I moved away from the job) two small siblings became available with a horrible past from a drug infested Mom's life style. After the trial runs he got that little boy and girl. The state put him through hell to qualify but he has to pay nothing for this adoption nor will he have to pay their medical and the kids get a state college free education if they want, those are HUGE perks.

Back to my happy trigger this morning. It's dark, I've done my chores, got a cup of Fall's pumpkin spice coffee and looked at Facebook. Came across Josh's pictures which I hadn't seen in forever and went to his page to see tons of pictures of two children that came to him shy, afraiid with faces of no expression to sooo many faces of giant Chesshire Grins in either family outings, fishing, picnics and so much more along with a thankful tribute from the Mom about how happy their lives have changed. I swear the little boy is starting to look like his adopted father. The father's grin is so big that is all you see when you look at his face, one big grin.,

It just made me so happy I had to come blog it out of my system before I do my pole dance.

Shine, Son...……………..

Unwed early pregnancy, intimate partner abuse, time behind bars, substance abuses, obesity, school dropping out, and lots more. Follow great grannies/dads through many generations and you see it often. Culture? But there are exceptions.

Or so James Brown sings, so sweetly. But hardly, still, in many places, if we find ourselves in front of a judge for divorce. Yuk!

Our non identice (dizygotic) girls are terrific. Very smart, creative, beautiful, caring, etc. They are best of friends, although this was different before teen years. So, I've heard it all about twins---How the have their own language, know each other's thoughts, even at great distances, and so on. Interesting, but not always true.

The really top lawyers and informed judges all suggest it. I've seen it even happen on a court ordered basis. But it is all too rare. Anger, hurt, denial, foolish pride. Sad.

Wonder if some scummy violent home invaiding repeat criminal perp should worry more about one sex or the other when breaking into a home, occupied by an elderly resident, armed to the teeth, and knowing how to use it. Hint--It's a loving parent ---or grand parent, with kids visiting.