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!!!

Regrets, Sitting, on the “Thrones” of This Marriage

Regrets are now, ruling this marriage of ours!  We looked around, and, pointed fingers at each other, and, out flew, all the nasty words, the accusations of done-me-wrongs, and, we’d ended with, regrets, sitting, on the “thrones” of this marriage, and we became, it’s servants…

Regrets, sitting, on the “thrones” of this marriage, we’d called it our “master”, and we are now, at regret’s beck and call.  Regrets, sitting, on the “thrones” of this marriage, and, it’d ruled, until tomorrow never came for us (and no, we still didn’t die!!!).  Regrets, sitting, on the “thrones” of this marriage, because we’d allowed it to, and, when we’d finally had it all figured out, we wanted to overthrow it, but we couldn’t, because it’d gotten too comfortable, on the throne of this marriage, and it’d become a squatter, refused to leave!

And we had no choice, but to bow down at regrets, (not because we wanted to, but because we had to…) on the thrones of this marriage of ours, and, we’d both wondered what went wrong, and, before we could find the answer to that, this marriage of ours was over, it was, ruined, by the “ruler”, regret………

She’s Way Out of His League

A Q&A, translated…

Q A pair of worried parents wrote…

Their daughter who graduated college this year, all of a sudden told them, that she fell in love with a man who is nine years her senior in high school, the man was twenty-six then.  And U only graduated from middle school, comes from a single-parent family; his eldest brother is unwed, his second eldest has two children.

After U divorced, his only daughter was in the custody of his ex-wife.  And, the whole family lived off of the shows they’d performed, only U started working odds and ends, to help supply for the family’s expenses.

Their daughter is very into her boyfriend, the mother said that U wasn’t well-educated enough, that he wasn’t from a good enough family, the daughter told her, “a high degree doesn’t mean good character either; nor does it mean, that he’ll be nice to you, to take care of the family, and may not have a steady job.  The boyfriend, U, wasn’t well-educated, sure, but he’s willing to work hard, doesn’t spend carelessly.  As to why he doesn’t have any money saved up?  Because he took care of his family, is a good son, took home ALL of his pay, didn’t keep a cent to himself, would rather have it hard himself, rather than having his mother deal with the hardships of life.  And, it wasn’t his choosing, to be born in such a lousy family, how could he be blamed?”  After knowing each other for so long, U had always been kind toward her, if he didn’t have good intentions, she would totally know, so why wouldn’t the parents let go of their stereotypes, and accept him?

The parents believed, that the daughter is WAY too good for the man, that she’s way out of his league, and that they’re worried, that their daughter might get tricked or scammed by him, because his twenty-six, and she was merely a high school student back then.  Neither wanted to back down, the parents didn’t have any other thoughts, they just wanted to pull their daughter back.

A My Opinion

The reason that the parents were against this, is mostly due to their socioeconomic statuses and level of education, feared that after their daughter married, she will have a TON of hardship to bear.  The problem is, the daughter had set up her mind, “I’m old enough, have my own thoughts, and can make my own decisions.  If he’d lied to me, or treated me wrong, there’s NO way I would stay by him for so long.” My advice, is that the parents should meet the man first, to get to know one another better.  And, even IF they’d met, it still may NOT change their prejudices.  It seems, that the daughter’s persistence is like a carriage with nine horses, pulling outward, and there’s nothing that the parents CAN do, to pull her back for the time being.  And I’m really surprised, as to how come this daughter had been dating U for over seven years, and the parents didn’t know about it, and, in these seven years, they’d already lost the influence over their daughter’s choice.

Change a thought, maybe, just open up about the rules, allow them to date, for another one, to two years on end, and, whether or not she’s way out of his league, so long as your daughter is willing to bear the consequences of her decision, however hard or easy it will be for her, it’s all her choice then.

And so, these parents fell absolutely HELPLESS, over how their daughter was insistent on dating this man, whom they believed, was LOWER in the status quo, than they are.  Well, parents, who the FUCK gave you the right, to judge someone, because he came from a bad family background?  Because you’re way too worried about your own flesh-and-blood’s wellbeing?  Isn’t it more important, that your daughter’s happy with this man, that she loves him, and isn’t it also important, that he treats her kind, takes care of her, even though, he doesn’t have ANY money?  The parents’ values are the ones that needed resetting in this one.

No Escape from the Quicksand of Your Love

Your love became a quicksand, and I, its unsuspecting victim, and, once I’d fallen in, there was NO escape for me! No escape from the quicksand of your love, and the harder I’d struggled (b/c I’m panicky, as I’m slowly sinking into the ground), the faster the quicksand enveloped me.

No escape from the quicksand of your love, and there’s simply NO way that it’ll end well for me at all. No escape from the quicksand of your love, thinking back, I was TOO dumb, to have fallen for that oldest trick in the book you’d played on me.  What’s the use?  I’m sinking now, with NO way I’m ever going to survive through this at all!

No escape from the quicksand of your love, so, guess I’ll just, D-I-E then? But, I’m afraid, of getting killed, especially by your love.  No escape from the quicksand of your love, and, my entire life, it just, flashed by, right in front of my eyes, and, I’d cried, as I re-experienced those moment, because I know, that by the time this “film” is over, I’ll be pronounced D-E-A-D.

The Prince of Veggies and the Princess of Fruits, a Story on Marriage

A match made in heaven, perhaps?  Because even they worked in the same “industries”, they’d sold different products, so, there’s NOT any competition, translated…

These couple of days, the marketplace close by held a wedding, Xiang, who sold veggies around the corner became Mr. Fruit’s son-in-law, and, Mr. Fruit’s stand was just opposite of Xiang’s veggie stand.  As the news got out, everybody offered the newly wedded couple their blessings.

Xiang’s mother had been selling veggies, when her husband died a long time ago, for the sake of making ends meet, she’d sold veggies during the daytime, and at night, she’d worked as a dishwasher at the night markets.  And because of how busy she was, she’d failed to pay attention to Xiang, who was in his teenage rebellion state.  And because Xiang’s mother worked hard, and neglected to pay attention to Xiang, Xiang got involved with some bad friends, and, was sent to jail.

Two years ago, Xiang was out on parole, and because he couldn’t find a fitting job, he could only stay by his mother, to help out.  Maybe it’s because of the wrong roads he’d taken, or maybe he watched his mother age, and realized how hard life was for her, so he’d worked hard to help his mother, and, he understood the philosophy of produce and methods of selling, was extremely kind to the ladies who came to shop.

If he saw the shoppers with bags big and small, he’d asked, “Are you in a hurry?”  If not, he’d waited until he put up the stand, then, he’d deliver the goods.

His “Home-Services” is extremely popular, a TON of the shoppers would buy more from him, because they needed not haul it home themselves.  And because of his involvement with his mother’s business, the stand was doing quite well.

Xiang had found his direction in the marketplaces, other than taking good care of the veggie stand, he’d part-timed as a deliveryman for his friend’s business, to make the extra cash.  Because of how hard he worked, his kindness toward others, without ANY bad habits, nobody knew of his bad pasts.

Because Uncle Fruit saw him working so hard, he was willing to give his daughter’s hand in marriage to him.  At first, Xiang was reluctant to accept, he’d opened up about his history to Uncle Fruit, he feared that he may NOT be good enough, for the gentle and kind girl.

After six months, Uncle Fruit believed that this young man was amazing, other than working hard, he knew how to act properly, and that this boy, is someone he feels comfortable, giving his daughter’s hand to.

And just so, the Prince of Veggies and the Princess of Fruits became an “it couple”.  They did NOT go on their honeymoon, the very next day after they wed, they’d started working at the marketplaces.  Xiang was understanding that Uncle Fruit needed the extra help, and so, the bride would still help out there, and, after Xiang finished selling his veggies, he’d gone over to the fruit stands to help them out.

Everybody said Uncle Fruit was lucky, gained himself a helper.  Xiang was thankful toward his parents-in-law, to give him a new chance at life, he will work even harder, and be kinder to them both.

Seeing how Xiang had turned over a new leaf, started on his new life, I give my blessing to him.

And so, this man, who’d gotten into trouble from when he was younger, had started anew, now, he works hard, making an honest living, and, he was able to move the man to give him his daughter’s hand in marriage, and, this man is now, on the RIGHT path in life.

Goodbye, Princess

A chapter from a book I’m currently “working on”, translated…

Being hovered over, looked after like a princess, is surely, the addendum of every woman who believes in the existence of love, in the relationship, and between the relationships, being treated like a short-term princess by the men, this, is usually the BIGGEST factor for any woman to fall into another love affair again, as everybody wanted to be hovered over, placed high up on that pedestal, as if, becoming the only woman in the world.

But, most of the times, the princess is spoiled AND easily broken, the stubbornness that persisted from time to time, and her demands nonstop, the need of walk on a path, paved with rose petals………in the beginning stages of love, the men who symbolized the knights in shiny armors will fulfill the ladies’ wishes, and even put up with the emotional ups and down that the “princess” may have, and naturally, the men’s putting up with the ladies’ requests would seem to be effortless and interesting, and, it’s all because of love, of course!  The passions from the beginning stages of love can be used as an excuse for outrageous things.

How long did we NOT act like princesses?  With the coming of age, do we still need to play the role of a “princess” in every single relationship we’re in?

Ladies in their teens and twenties, before Valentine’s Day, would carry those bouquets, then, take the arms of their knights in shiny armors, as the two of them strolled down the streets, I’m sure, that everybody’s seen that scene; and the ladies in their teens and twenties, who’d turned their heads away with tears falling from their faces, because their boyfriends weren’t considerate enough, we’d all seen it too, hadn’t we?  So young!  Surely, that, would be a great excuse, for acting out couple of the segments of the romance genre, plus, they still have the energy to torture one another for fun, this sort of love, as a woman marches into her thirties, or after they’d gotten up into their forties, is it, fitting, for them, to fall in this sort of a princess kind of love?

C is a good looking man, in his twenties, he’d had a TON of girlfriends, lived on like the king of the world, but, with the coming of his age, C’s personality started changing, maybe, it’s because he’d had too much fun he’d gotten bored; or maybe, it’s how his body was settling down now, that he couldn’t stay up all night and party, and, every time, his hangovers seemed to be harder to recover from.  And so, in his thirties, C decided, that it was time, he settled down, and so, he’d picked a woman he once knew, who was close to his own age, unwed (back then, he didn’t think things through: the real reason for why a woman is still unwed in her thirties), and has an amicable personality, and gets along well with others, a woman with a high recommendation to start dating.  A couple of decades ago, they just met, she was the most popular girl of the bunch, white skin, tall, with long hair………in the memories of them hanging out in a group, she was, the one with the most fitting quality, with the most number of suitors, and, with a phone call, there would be three men to pick her up, the image of the princess, to perfection.

Meeting up a decade later, they’d hit it off, and, they were often surprised, how come back then, they felt nothing, but they’re feeling it now…………maybe, it’s due to the fact, that they already knew one another, and so, they were able to skip through the first stages of romance, and hop into bed together and move in with one another.

The princess is still delicate as she used to be, every single dress, along with her glass slippers, are all expensive to a fault, but because the princess skipped the process of what regular women go through: giving up on their careers, and marching into taking care of a family, it’s helped her become stabilized in work, with enough resources, she surely has a way, of keeping herself well………when C stroked her naked, white, delicate back, there was a moment, that he’d recalled how little he’d made, compared to her, that he’d stopped stroking her back, but, a few short seconds later, he’d started laughing, at his own insecurities.

“If love changes colors because of these minor issues, then, it would be way too dumb, a girl who can make her own way, this, is all the luck to me…”, C thought, then, he’d relaxed, and, started tasting the lips of the princess that were moisturized and softened by the essential oils.

After a few heated months of dating, naturally, C believed that he should buckle down to working hard, for the sake of both their futures.

But the princess doesn’t seem to think this way, from over a decade ago, all the men would call her at three minute increments, and would give her a bundle of flower a day, she’d kept herself so well, for the sole purpose, of enticing men.  How much time she’d put in, to keep herself as delicate as a freshly blooming flower, why did the temperatures of love from C drop so drastically?  Could it be…that she’s up against another enemy now?

And so, the princess started, spying on C’s whereabouts, to make her appearances noticed by him, she would wear that prefect smile, and be courteous to everybody on HIS contact list: his friends, and his families, and everybody said that they were the it pair, and kept asking when the date of their wedding is?  The princess now, looked around, with this sense of satisfaction, then, shyly lowered her head, without saying a word, her satisfaction was from knowing that there was NO competitor for C’s attention in his social circle, and “marriage”, was like the jewelry box that’s locked up the tightest, which she now holds the key to.

In C, the sense of happiness continues, even if the princess couldn’t manage to make a bowl of instant noodle well, he could still see himself marrying her, so long as he works hard, and get that promotion to become the manager of his department next year, then, maybe, they could get the wedding plans on the way.

But, the Princess is having second thoughts on the marriage now, she felt, that C had spent more time with his clients from work than the amount of time she used, to doll herself up; she felt, that C didn’t come home right away from work and give her a hug, instead, he’d head straight to the computers, and played online games all night long ; she’d even discovered, that C had neglected to notice the rose perfume that she’d sprayed on his pillows; she couldn’t let C out of her sight for ten minutes, because C might be dialing the number of a female coworker, and going behind her back; she couldn’t fall asleep now, because C might meet a BIMBO, who enjoys online gaming just as he does………she feels so very hurt, she’d become psychotic now, that life is filled with unfairness………because at any time, C could turn around, and, run into the embraces of another woman, even IF they’d spent every minute of every day together now, even when he went to get his cigarettes, they’d gone into the stores together, holding hands.

Don’t know if it’s the sad endings of a movie, or could it be that the princess had suppressed her own emotions to breaking point, the princess started blowing UP at C irrationally every single night, started crying, and sometimes, would even get very drunk, and kept C up all night long, causing him to have difficulties, waking up for work the next morn.

These couple of days, after C took a couple of gulps of beer, he’d finally told me: he could NO longer take it anymore!

The very next day, the princess, with her puffy, red eyes, along with her suitcases, left C’s house, C tossed her pink fuzzy slippers into the trash, then, disposed of ALL of her daily living necessities at the entry of his street, like how he’d done, from when he was younger, when he broke up with someone, it’s just, that toward love, he hadn’t been able to sever so quickly.

As I’d watched this love unfolded, that’s left a TON of regrets behind, I’m filled with a mixture of feelings.

Maybe, you might say: women of any age has the right to be a princess.  But, if you keep on using your twenty-year-old mindset to engage in love in your thirties and forties, then, the ending will ALWAYS end like when you were in your twenties, filled with a TON of regrets, a TON of crying solo in the nights………wake UP!  Princesses, when you’d gone beyond the age when people would pay pity on you, and still, you acted like that, then, what would the chances of those knights in shiny armors say “see ya”?  More, or less?

Shall we say goodbye, to that princess that lives within each of us first?  Because the rightful place, beside a man, is for a woman who’s a Q-U-E-E-N!

And so, this woman from the above “case study”, kept playing the role of princess, and she was dumb enough to believe, that men will find it cute forever, well, ladies, they have a breaking point, just as we all do, so, don’t PUSH it now, unless you want to end up like the above lady in the story, with her heart broken, and still wondering what was it that I’d done, that drove him away?