seeing the good side


i now know why God made me a good listener. it is safe to say that no one would understand you better than i do.

as much as i love you and enjoy being with you, hearing you rant about your frustrations is becoming a task. for me. for you.
i cannot remember the last time we had a normal and happy conversation.

and here you go again, letting it all out. no, i don't think there's anything wrong with it. i rant about things too. but hearing you rant about the same thing a million times makes me want to wish for something.

i wish you had a different husband altogether.

but of course, that would mean i'd have a different father. and presumably, i wouldn't be here writing in this blog. and most likely, i wouldn't have JAR as a nick name. and perhaps, there would be no one making that wish for you.

maybe you're right. maybe finding a good husband is something a girl has to pray for. pray. hard. really hard. novenas and all.

but you're also right about another thing...and it's something that i always keep in mind: that most men can be rotten husbands to their wives, but they can be wonderful fathers to their kids.



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