Aren’t There Women Who are Beautiful & Faithful, at the, Same Time?

One of the greatest men of literature, and he got, ZERO, moral, just kept using his mistress, abusing her endlessly, and what’s worse was, she allowed him to, suck her dry, how stupid is this woman???  Translated…

Juliette is a high-end whore from Paris, dressed really elegantly, squandered the money away like, crazy.  But she’s, too beautiful to, resist, clear and bright eyes, with a tall nose, there’s, that, attractive, elegance about her, with the cherry red tiny lips, oval shaped face, with her thick, blue and black hair, a beauty that can make the entire, world fall at her, feet.

Victor Hugo, the author of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”, was romantic, and he’d put the twenty-seven-year-old Juliette play a part in his play, then, used the excuse of rehearsing the lines with her to, see her, and started a, love, affair, there’s the bliss that’s faithful in that story, and yet, it didn’t run short on betrayals, and the disappointments from the, betrayals.

here’s a potrait of Victor Hugo…portrait from online

Juliette became Hugo’s newest mistress.  At the time, she’d already, squandered all the money she’d made from the performances, away completely, and was living off of the sponsorships.  To keep her relationship with Hugo going, she’d given up her flashy social life, and let go of her originally, rich, lovers.

Although Hugo also had the money, but he’s, very, strict, he’d not just not given Juliette too much money to spend at her will, he’d also, restricted her from speaking with other men too, to date them, without his consent, she wasn’t to leave home.  At this time, Hugo found a wife for himself, but, refused to stop his relationship with Juliette.  Juliette complained that she had nothing to do, but to wait for Hugo, to come and be with her, Hugo told her, “write to me then, write everything that’s come to your mind and sent them to me, let me know everything that makes your heart tremble.”

Juliette didn’t resist, planned to give her whole life to the man she loved, Hugo, other than being his, mistress, she was also his, secretary, traveling companion.  She’d scribed Hugo’s work all day long, read his poetry.  And on the holidays, they’d gone out to France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, the Swiss Alps to, travel.

Hugo ignored the tears and objections of his own wife, Adele, but the truth was, Adele also kept a lover too.  This sort of a script kept playing repeatedly in western literature, for instance, the Mexican painter, Diego married Kahlo, but also had an affair with his own, younger sister-in-law, while Frida also had, a lover on the side too.

Juliette was stuck in a bad place, she’d copied the hand-drafted work of Victor Hugo for around fifty whole years, but didn’t have a penny for a new, dress, later, she’d even had to, pawn her own belongings, because the debtors came.  And she couldn’t get enough firewood to keep herself warm in the winters, and because she didn’t have the firewood, she’d stayed in bed all day long.

Other than scribing for Hugo, and being his traveling companion, Juliette couldn’t be a part of Hugo’s public life that’s, quite elegant.  And, once she was granted to go with Hugo to visit someone, she’d waited for him, patiently, like a, faithful, puppy, waiting in a horse carriage with the tent.  In a letter from Juliette to Hugo, she’d told him, “thank you for treating me like a stray dog.”

In the decade’s time, Juliette lost her looks, but, she’d, praised Hugo, that he’d never, aged a day, still kept his, charming, facial features.

And, Hugo still, transpired in-between the women.  He could spend his morning with a whore, and a famed ballerina for an afternoon, and spending a night with a, socialite.

and here’s the SELF-SACRIFICING WHORE of, Victor Hugo, Juliette Drouet, from the internet…

But the real trial came.  In 1851, Napoleon the Third started up the revolution, and Hugo became a most wanted criminal.  His wife, Adele was ill in bed, Julliette found a safe house for Hugo, falsified the documents so he could escape out of France, and lived with him, like an exile, again.  Hugo wrote a letter to Juliette who’d saved his life, “I’m often in the dangerous hiding places, after along night’s waiting, I hear my keys, trembling in your, fingers……then the light would come in………you’d found me, calm and, at peace, you know why this is?  It’s because of, you…………”

After Juliette died, Hugo grieved for a long, long time, he’d never written anything, ever again, this showed, how Juliette’s faithfulness toward him, meant so much to him.

There’s a western idiom, “Translation is like women, if it’s loyal, then, it wouldn’t be beautiful, if it’s beautiful, then it wouldn’t be, real”.  In my translation course, my student asked me, “aren’t there the women who are, faithful and, beautiful at the, same, time?”, I’d told my student, “don’t be fooled, Juliette is, one of them.”

And so, this is how men used women, until they can’t be used anymore, then, the men discarded their lovers like, TRASH, and what’s worse is these DUMB BITCHES (because that is what they made themselves into!) allowed this, CHEATS to keep on, coming back to their bed, and for what?  A FREE FUCK, and this still didn’t just happen in the eighteenth (that’s when Victor Hugo’s time was, right???) century, there are still women, who are, foolishly, giving, every ounce of everything that they had, to the men too unworthy of their, time, and in the end, these women are still, enablers to their own being abused, and taken advantage of, by these, bad, men…

The Relationship of My Wife & I

How their work made them perfectly matched up, and how they complimented one another, translated…

My wife and I, were both, quite, low-key, we’d not shown the world our love back when we were still dating, so there were, rarely, any photos of us, together, lovey-dovey, flashing our love to the public to see, so, we both kept our, shared friends, until we’d announced that we were getting married, that was when they’d learned, that we were, together, and were all too surprised, that we’d been dating, for ten, whole years already!

This sort of lowkey way of interactions continued until we were married, to the pregnancy announcements of our firstborn, En-En, to right before my wife’s due date, we’d posted a photo of us, with her in her pregnant state, going to a concert, to allow our friends to skip the long wait, and, as the congratulates came underneath the posted photos, a few short days, she’d, delivered.  And, we’d wanted to follow this same way with our second son, Ger too, but, he was, too eager, to make his, first appearance to the world, presented himself, I all his, redness, right after he’d, exited out of his mom’s, womb, and, all the friends we knew, felt quite, surprised, and told us, that we’d, hidden ourselves, all too, well!

not just partners in marriage, they can discuss their work with one another as well…photo from online

My wife is a makeup artist for the movies and television shows, most of times, she’d worked on the sets of the horror films or the mysteries; while I’m a screenwriter and director, with my work in the microfilms, the ads, the documentaries, and only a minor part of my work involved the scriptwriting.  We are, of the same kind of work, but, our circles of work don’t, collide with one another’s, and so, we’d, made our own, individual, circles of friends, after we were, wed, and that’s how some of the interesting things, had, happened.  For instance, the partners I’d worked on a couple of cases with, until a movie ceremony, saw us together, that was when they’d shockingly discovered, that we were, a married, couple, and prodded, “hey, how come you didn’t introduce us to her/him?”, uh, you never, asked.

My wife who’s always, jampacked with work had another trouble, that her partners in the projects she was working on loved asking, “hey, what’s your husband up to these days?”, without much thought, she’d, responded back, “uh, I don’t, really know!”, then, at this time, the person who have that look of, “are you guys all right?”, like there’s something wrong with our communications with one another, we’d gotten along with each other at home normally, or maybe, it’s how neither of us wanted to bring work home, that’s why we’d, never, intentionally asked how each other is at work, and, unless there’s something we feel the need to share, then, we share with one another.

The most impressive, was once, my wife took a case of a short film of the fantasy genre, because she was strict toward the logics of the scripts, the moment she came home, she couldn’t wait to share the storyline.  But, as I’d, heard her told of the beginning, I’d, already, guessed the end.  And so, I’d, stopped her in her words, and, continued telling her the story, she was surprised, and asked me, “how did you know???”

Uh……because………I, wrote the, scripts.

This sort of a round-and-about, surprising, command, was truly, REAL too!  To this, very day, I still am, expectant, of another encounter of this kind of a, surprise, truly keeps the, surprise and the romance alive for us both.

So, this is a perfectly matched couple, they work in the same fields, and yet, they do NOT compete with each other, which takes away the arguments of “I’m better than you,” and “you’re better than me!”, and, by working in the line of work that are closely tied to each other’s, they would have more conversation topics, other than children, the family, they can also, talk about their work with each other, and, that will help them grow more and more mature, as a married couple.

The Fortune-Teller “Helped” Us Break Up

The words of that fortune-teller, that made you pull the plug, on the love that you were, unsure of, maybe it was, a self-fulfilling, prophecy…translated…

After thumbing across Gin’s “The Fortune-Teller Made Me an Excellent Negotiator”, I’d started to recall, how when I was in my youth, the fortune-teller also, helped me, “turn down” a love.

As I graduated I’d started teaching in Taoyuan, in the countryside, other than the rice paddies so green, my overachieving coworkers, day after day, so boring.  Finally, there came, a young and beautiful sub, we’d hit it off immediately.  She’d invited me to visit her home on the weekends, I’d thought that she was the daughter of a principal (of another school), that the place she lives in must be something all right, so I’d, agreed, to get a meal for free to boot.  She rode me on her scooter  to her home in Yangmei,  it was a mansion, so totally, elegant, in her room, she’d hugged on to her stuffed toy, talked of the dreams we have.  Until her mother hollered, “Time for lunch!”

We’d gone downstairs, other than her mom, her younger sister whom I’d greeted as I’d arrived, there was someone extra, my coworker pulled me to sit, introduced, “this is my older cousin, he’d come to visit for the day.”, I’d smiled and nodded to acknowledge him.  After we had our meal, we’d sat and chatted, he had a pair of glasses, gentleman looking, with a tall nose ridge, worked in her father’s company, and that was, that.  My coworker rode, sent me back by the same way she’d ridden me there.

Two weeks later, my coworker asked, was it okay if she gave my number to her older cousin?  Turned out, I was, matchmade in secret.  Holy crap, because I was going by the scooters, I’d worn the pants, the t-shirt, with no makeup on, all the way, the wind messed up my hair, I’m guessing, that I’d, looked like a maid of the house?  Did he mistaken me for being able to work hard, that I was, the mothering type, the good wife?

After summer, I’d transferred back to Keelung.  He’d called  me a couple of times, and I’d, finally, made the date.

It was at the rush hour after work, the rain in Keelung, poured down like it usually, had, I’d arrived on time, ten minutes, half an hour, no show, I was almost about to, blow, other than feeling anxious and agitated, I’d wanted to, just leave, but I’d felt, upset, insisted on waiting for him to come meet me to explain to me why he’d been, late.

Over an hour later, he’d finally come, drenched, was it the rain, or the sweat?  Panting hard, kept apologizing to me, “there’s no rain in Taipei, first time taking the greyhound, I didn’t know that the traffic would jam this bad in the rainy days!”, I’d originally wanted to just, turn and say to me, “you can stay here,” then leave him right on the spot!  But seeing how wet, how beaten he was, very genuine, I’d gone soft, we’d found a café, sat and chatted a long time, and, it’d, added to my liking toward him.

He was really kind to me, quite protective.  On the weekends, he’d brought the packed lunches he’d made with the fruits, to school to stay with me through my shift.  On the outings, I’d wanted to look pretty, always worn the dresses, the dress shoes, he looked at me, and had a hard time watching me walk around, one time, he’d presented me with a pair of sneakers he’d bought, told me to change into them, then, my steps became, lighter, and, the path to love was, sunny skies, up ahead.

let’s see if there’s a breakup in your, future…photo from online

Later, he was going to the U.S. to study, was unwilling to part ways with me, and he’d even written a very long letter to my best friend, asked her to spend more time with me, to look after me (to help him watch me, to make sure I wasn’t dating, perhaps?).  And, ever since, we’d been, separated, the letters sent and received took forever, there wasn’t any LINE, no webcam, and someone wanted to intrude, so I’d started, swaying.

Awhile ago, a couple of my fellow school teachers felt they were bad on their luck, and, were introduced to a man who was said to be really good at reading our fortunes, they’d gone there, I had nothing, so I’d gone along.  Seeing how they nodded at the man’s telling, it seemed real enough, my coworker told me to try it, but, my days were perfectly fine, there’s no huge tidal waves in my life then, so, I’d decided, to ask about this romance I got started, in!  The man used the turtle shell, shook, shook, shook, the coins came out, and, mumbled out a whole lot of what I couldn’t  understand, and what I could understand what he’d told, was that “this man never tells you his whereabouts, is evasive.  Then my coworkers started yapping: this is too serious, marrying him, you don’t know what he will become when he’s away, out of the house, you will, end up, badly.

Actually, I’d not believed the words of the fortune teller that much, but, the love was, slowly dying then, and there were some, external, factors that came, we’d, slowly, drifted, apart, can’t go back to where we once were anymore.  He’d worked hard to get me back as he’d come back to Taiwan, I’d felt bad, he was tortured, I’d told him what the fortune-teller told me, he’d felt helpless, wanted to go and SMASH up the fortune-teller’s stand, I’d felt, that my beliefs weren’t, justified enough too, but we’d gotten, disconnected then.  Being heartbroken, he’d taken my blessings for him, left for the U.S., in tears.

And so, maybe, you’re, a self-fulfilling prophecy, because you believed the words of that fortune-teller, that was why you’d, driven him away, and he was away, too far out of your close vicinity, and, long-distance relationships are never easy, so you’d, broken his heart, broken up with him.  Who knows had you not gone to get your future told by the man, maybe, you would still be, with him…

A Marriage that’s Fated by the Previous Generation of Elders

Very odd, how these things actually, worked out, like the older generations had told of wanting the younger generations to marry each other, translated…

My son and daughter-in-law registered themselves at the land offices for marriage in May, their love was, destined.

I need to tell their story from the very beginning, my childhood years, it was over half a century ago in Taiwan, when the times were hard, ice cream was an extravagant for the families, but, there would be the whole casings of ice cream in our freezers, it wasn’t because we were rich, but because my father’s coworker, Uncle Chen who’d given them to us.  Uncle Chen was the head of food department of the school my father taught in, he’d often come to the house to sit and chat with dad over tea, and the gifts he’d brought with him, were the casings of homemade chocolate or vanilla ice cream, scooping a mouthful in, ridding us of that heat of the summer, and it was, such a blessing, during those times of hardship.

Up until I married, I’d bumped into Uncle Chen visiting my parents.  My son had the lips of sugar, and Uncle Chen told dad, that my son was going to be a somebody when he’s older, dad told him, “your granddaughter should be betrothed to our grandson who will become, a somebody when he grows up.” I’d not taken the words seriously, thought it was the jokes of the older generations.

like this from childhood…photo from online

Time flew quickly by, Uncle Chen had, passed away, and, dad also started becoming, forgetful too with time, couldn’t stay lucid all the time.  It wasn’t until my son told, that he was bringing his girlfriend to a family function, and, we’d started asking her about her family backgrounds, and we’d found, that her grandfather, was like dad too, a former instructor of Minghsiung Agricultural High School too, and, as we’d inquired some more, we’d found, that her grandfather was our, Uncle Chen!

Other than being exhilarated over this, we’d chimed on the blessings that Uncle Chen had brought to our childhood, as I’d introduced her to my dad, I’d stressed, “She’s Uncle Chen’s granddaughter!  Does she look like him?”, my father who’d fallen silent after dementia took him, started grinning ear to ear, “surely!  You’re so pretty!”, or maybe, it’d Uncle Chen’s looking down on us all, the two kids married soon enough, and surely, it’d, fulfilled the betrothal of two grandfathers from more than, two decades, ago.

to this…photo from online

Looking at the wedding photos, I’d felt extremely grateful, made a wish, that these newlyweds will have a happy life together, helping each other grow up and old, and that my son will become like Uncle Chen had told, “a good man”, watching over his own wife, and his family too.

And so, this, is how odd the affinity is, maybe, the elderly generation’s words were casually blurted out, and they wanted what’s best for their own younger generations, knowing that the families got along well together, and that was how the affinity was, set up.

My Mother’s Treasures

The mementos of, love, that’s kept, for a, lifetime…translated…

When I was growing up, the cleaning to usher in the new year, that’s when my mother would haul down the items at the top of the shelves to check them, to clean them piece, by piece, that was the most curious also, most excited moment to us children.  Of the stack there was a camphor box, with the documents, the certifications, and the delicate clothing stashed inside, and what caught my attention was, this red, shiny, purse, it was very fashionable, with the golden shiny latch, that made the “clack” sound when it was opened up and closed, it’d felt, very handsome.  But mom never wanted to show us what’s inside it, she was, very, mysterious about that.

As I grew older, left home, got married, and had kids, and this ritual became, extinct, from my life.  Through heading back to visit my parents back home, I’d, slowly, pieced together the details of that purse—it was a gift from dad to mom that he’d bought from Shanghai.

My father was a nautical major, he’d worked for the ships for a bit, visited a ton of places.  As he’d arrived to a new location, he’d written my mother the letters, introducing her to what he was seeing there, and how he’d felt, gazing up at the stars at night at seas; back then, there was, no electronic devices that they’d used to tell where they are, the stars, are the best map.  My dad also loved the movies, he would sent the detailed descriptions of the movies he’d watched in the cities to mom in the letters.  Once he’d arrived in the busy city of Shanghai, and selected this, fashionable, yet elegant red purse, to give it to the woman he loved.

illustration from UDN.com

My father is very hearty, loved the arts, and literature, being on the seas too long, felt that the life of a seafarer was, way too, unsettled, I’m guessing, that it’s because he’d missed the woman he loved too much, and adjusted his coordinates of life, left the cruise ship he’d worked on.  They’d come to Taiwan, married and had children, worked hard for a living, lived their life happy, set up a household, filled with the humanities, the arts, the music, a family with a gentle father, and a kind mother for us.  They supported and loved and respected one another, we’d never heard the two of them complained, or argued once.

My father passed in his elderly years of illness, my mother, it may be that she grieved for him so, she’d left the home she’d shared with my father for more than half a century, moved to Taipei, to live with my younger brother.

Not long ago, I’d asked my mother about that mysterious purse of hers, and, the revelation—its contents, seventy-six, love letters, the love my father had sent to my mother, over the oceans he’d floated on, over the, thousands of, kilometers.

My daughter’s friend who’s a Japanese writer, was an editor of a magazine, upon hearing my mother’s story, she’d gotten the permissions, came to interview my mother, and see the cherished purse that my mother owned.  My mother showed that red purse to my daughter’s friend, the writer and the assistant asked playfully, if they could read the contents?  My mother no longer had that shyness of her youth, allowed them to.  And so, the thickened nostalgia, the longing, filled the air, and, the few of us, younger generations, were all very, excited, and moved, by the depth, the warmth of the love they’d, shared, I’d felt that this love was quite deep, and what it’d meant to my, mother in her life.

And now, at the age of over ninety, my mother still gave off that elegance, warm feel, she’d continually given her families, her offspring, her friends, her students, unconditional love, and offered us all strength; I’m sure, that this cherished treasure, is what kept her well, hidden inside her heart.

And, this showed, how deep the love shared by the individual’s parents are, and how the elderly cherished the gift that her husband had, given to her, and the contents of what’s inside of that purse, is the, most, priceless, treasure that the elderly woman kept her an entire, lifetime.

Why Had She, Married Me

I wonder, W-H-Y, is that, huh???  Translated…

MERS-CoV had, affected my moods.  But actually, it doesn’t matter where we all go on our family vacation, it’s dangerous all around.  Just like, for my dearly beloved wife and I, being married over twenty years, still very much in love, and this trip to Japan, we’d had, our equal shares of fights with each other.  We’d argued on the bigger matters of, should we wear those masks or not.  Which way to go, what to have for our suppers, just not that, it’s too pricey, and, as she’d gone into the shops, she’d always stated, “I’ll only be a minute!”

And, “how many articles of clothing we should bring for the kids?” this long debated over topic for instance.  My “he’s dressed too warm already, he’s turning eighteen soon”, and I still couldn’t win from, “Then, if he gets a fever and it’ll be your fault if we aren’t allowed on the flights tomorrow then!”  and I can, only use the advantage of how later on that day, as my wife shopped around, sweating all over, as if there are, nine suns shining inside the malls, asking my son in front of her, “Are you, cold?”, this sort of, a prickly language.  And my youngest was compliant, stated, “wow, you’re right dad, it’s, super, duper cold!”, and, his mother rolled her eyes, all the way around her head several times.

There are, still a ton of, repeated events, that occurred, outside of or within, our, awareness.  Like the heating packs.  I’d later discovered, that my child’s mother, took the ten packs that she went to Hokkaido with, when it wasn’t, that cold, packed it all back in, to the luggage to Kyoto again.  She’d, brought it along, like, a security blanket, whether it’s, actually, cold or not.

Just like, how we’d wanted something brand new on these trips, we’d wanted to, connected these streets and shops inside of, our memories, and finally, we’d, trekked through all the specialty stores of Kyoto in, three years, then, at four, we’d, bumped into a shop that’s, about to close for the day, to finally, sit ourselves down, for lunch.  As I sorted through the menu, ordered the foods, I feel my legs’ numbness, go all the way, into my brains.  My youngest son stated, “Mommy, you look like you’re, about, to cry from walking so long.’, a joke or sorts, and, it’d, accidentally, twisted open ALL the faucets available there in Kyoto.  His mother’s tears came overflowing outward.  And, my youngest and I stared at each other, felt like, it must’ve been, something that each other had done, to cause, all of this.

“Before the temple awhile ago, at Kiyomizu Buddhist Temple, I’d called out to you both, to take those masks off for the pictures,” she’d, sniffled and continued, “and, I’d called you two as our two sons…………”, then, she’d, finally, melted down.  Yeah, surely, this was, the very first trip we’d, taken, without, our, eldest son.

Just like, we needed a place to travel to, to help everybody get past something, through that long underpass shopping strip, to the train station in Osaka, we’d bumped into a kind girl, who’d, helped me wife load up on her bus pass.  As we’d found that the young woman was, also from Taiwan, my dearly beloved wife started, casting aside all of our, itineraries, and started that conversation with that young lady, and found she was here, for a work-vacation.  Then, she’d started, showing her cares and concerns of how the young woman’s mask wasn’t, thick enough, like it was, lined with, only, a thin piece of, gauze or something.  The young woman told her that she’d run all over the pharmacies, but, all the masks were, out.  Then, my dearly beloved wife suddenly, pulled out the medical-grade mask she’d prepared for this trip, a pack of FIVE!, placed it in the young woman’s hand.  After pushing it back repeatedly, this young woman finally, took it, this gift that’s, not bought or sold, along with the kindness, from a complete, stranger.

This made my goosebumps surfaced, and I’d, felt, mildly, proud of my wife too.  She’s, quite compassionate.  Just like, my losers friend told me, that’s why, she’d, married me.

And all of that led to your, final conclusion of, “that’s why she’d, married you!”, it’s because of how kind, how sympathetic, how empathetic your wife is in nature, that she’d, married you, and, you should be, blessed, to find a wife who’s, kindhearted like that too!

After You’d Made the Promise, You Won’t be Mine ot Look After Anymore

Is that, a HINT of loss, and, a smidge of empty nest that I’m sensing from you right now???

After you’d made the promise, you won’t be mine to look after, I will be, “handing you over”, to THAT guy, and, despite how he’s so lovey-dovey toward you, I still don’t really trust him, after all, WHICH man would TAKE someone ELSE’s love away, right?

After you’d made the promise, you won’t be mine to look after, and, I must, FORCE, myself to accept that it’s a FACT, that my baby girl is NO longer a baby anymore, but, in my mind, I’ll always and forever, see you as that young child with the pigtails, stumbling up the stairs, and, hollering out to me, for me, to read you just one more bedtime story.

After you’d made the promise, you won’t be mine to care for anymore, god, I HOPE that I’m the VERY last father on this PLANET who will be FORCED, to deal with this feeling, but, I know, that I’m not!

After you made the promise, you won’t be mine to care for anymore, I just hope, that he will love you, like I had, for the last part of your life, cherish my little girl, like I’d done, and now, I’m giving her hand, to you, son, DO take care of her, or ELSE!!!

After you made the promise, you won’t be mine to care for anymore, and, although, there’s this beautiful, intelligent, bright young woman who’s in a wedding gown before me, I still can’t help, but see her, in her pigtails, stumbling………

 

The Boundaries of One Another’s Interactions with Members of the Opposite Sex

Translated…

My coworker showed up at the office with black rings around his eyes, complained how he wasn’t able to sleep last night.  Everybody joked about how he’d gotten to the age where insomnia set in, he’d laughed bitterly, “No, I’d had a fight with my wife.”, they were the model couple, rarely had any disagreements, and so, we were all very curious, as to what had happened.

“It’s all A’s fault, for LINE-ing me, said something that’s a joke, but, I wasn’t close to my phone, and, my wife went to check my phone, as she heard the alert sound, and, her face changed colors.”—heard that it was about A, we could all understand, how bad my coworker’s going to get it, because A loved telling jokes, including the sexist kinds too, and, those who don’t know her personally, can easily, misunderstand her.  Plus A posted her pictures from over a decade ago on LINE, she looked like a hottie, it’s a wonder, that my coworker’s wife got jealous.

My coworker explained to his wife a very long time, but, she’s still very angry.  After he’d made us all laugh, my coworker changed his tone to serious, said, “I’d never known how important I am to my own wife, and this time, it’d shown.  My wife wanted me to empathize, that if it were her, joking, laughing with her male colleagues, would I NOT feel anything?  And her words made me realize that I must, DRAW the boundaries.”

Similar things had happened to me, many, many years ago too, once I’d gotten into conversation with a male coworker, I’d not noticed how husband’s face changed colors.  After a few days of fuming, he’d told me, that I’d chatted with my coworker for too long, and, right then and there, I’d heard what he was actually saying, and, right then and there, I’d played coy with him, “You’re angry?”

“If it were you, wouldn’t you get mad too?”, he’d replied, self-righteously.  And ever since, that ruler from inside my mind was, put to work, until my husband, in order to help a female friend, sort through her emotions, he’d talked with her the entire night, the same topic surfaced.  I’d threw a fit, believed that he couldn’t even make time to hear his own wife out, but made the time to hear someone else.  After we’d both calmed down, we’d set up the rules, then, we’d ceased fire.

The boundaries between men and women are like the lines drawn on the ground with chalk, as you’d stepped on it, over, over and over again, the line will become more and more blurred, if you don’t draw it back on again, then, the line will eventually, cease, to exist.  The preciousness of a husband and wife lies in that they respect one another, and, in current day, when the high-tech products are all over the places, we must be more careful, in how we transmit our messages, until we want some huge tidal waves to attack our ordinary lives.

But, if you ask me, this, is still just two people, PROJECTING their own insecurities onto one another, I mean, I get, that you can get jealous if your wife/husband talked to someone from work so long, but hey, there’s NO point of getting jealous, and, you should just, VOICE out your concerns, at the moment of the incident, to CLEAR up the A-I-R, like the husband and wife here, they’d both held it down for a bit, and, you KNOW how those things have the tendency to ferment, and that, was why, these two instances almost went OUT of control!

Losing isn’t Necessarily Losing

Let’s see how FATE worked ITS magic this time, translated…

Back then, my friend Yun-Ru was making excellent grade in Taipei’s First All-Girls’ High School, to get accepted into a top-notch public university should be no problems for her, but she’d made bad markings on the national college entrance exams, and, got into the nursing department of a certain medical university down south.

Seeing how the rest of her classmates all got into the majors of their choices, other than feeling envious, she couldn’t help cover up her own disappointments toward herself.  And because she didn’t want to put a damper on her parents’ economic stress, after discussing it with her family, she’d decided to not take the exams again, and just went to study in the university in the southern regions of the country.

Maybe, it was the fact, that “affinity can span across the distances”, after she’d gotten into the school, she’d met up with a male classmate from Kaohsiung, they hit it off, and, fell in love, after they’d graduated, they’d married.

The two of them are very much in love, and have two healthy, bouncing little boys, and her in-laws treated her as if she were their own.  Yun-Ru’s husband graduated from the dental department, and now owns and operates a dental office, which a ton of clients, and, Yun-Ru also successfully passed the examinations and became a teacher at a public high school, her life is set, a good marriage, and a wonderful job too.

Other than saying how she must have done something wonderful in a past life, the group of us started understanding in depth, the philosophy of “losing isn’t necessarily losing” at all!

And because, it’s written in her stars, that, is why everything works out, and this woman was kind enough, to not put any economic stress on her own family, which had earned her the blessings later on in her life…

Sunbathe

Translated…

We placed our trusts in one another’s Facebook, that, is a bright and happy fruit farm, and maybe, there may be shades, but, it’s still, welcoming to all the guests.

Sunbathing together, on the screens, hearing together—the distant keyboard’s grazing the plains.

And tonight, as the rain drops hit my windows, the estranged moose stepped on the lovely imprints, wondering why, at this moment in time, we were only taking a break, but it feels more like an eternity.

This is still very awful, when you need to keep tabs on someone 24/7, and yet, some people out there mistake this sort of bad behavior as L-O-V-E, it’s MORE like codependence, IF you ask me, but hey, who asked Y-O-U, right???  Exactly!!!