#why divorce in love marrige

[vipinjha]

प्रेम विवाह में तलाक की दर ज्याद क्यों ?

प्रेम अनंत काल से पवित्र माना जाता है, और प्रेम विवाह सुखी जीवन का मूलमंत्र, ऐसा नहीं है सुसंगत विवाह में प्रेम नहीं होता है, सुसंगत विवाह में मनुष्य के मन में एक इक्षा सदैव रहता है जो कि उसके मन में अनंत काल तक खटकती है, किंतु प्रेम विवाह में मनुष्य को अपने अनुसार पति/पत्नी  चुनने का मौका रहता है, जिसके साथ वो खुशी के संग अपने पूरे जीवन को व्यतीत कर सके!!

किंतु आज के दौर में जैसे-जैसे प्रेम विवाह का दर बढ़ रहा है उसी तेजी से तलाक का दर भी बढ़ रहा है, वैसे भारत में केरल शिक्षा दर में प्रथम स्थान पर है किंतु तलाक लेने के मामले में भी केरल ने ही  सर्वप्रथम स्थान पर कब्जा कर रखा है, जिसका मूल कारण भी शिक्षा है, जब बच्चे उच्चस्तरीय शिक्षा प्राप्त कर लेते हैं तो गार्जियन को लगता है अब बच्चे समझदार हो चुके हैं, क्योंकि उनके पास जीवनयापन के लिए एक परमानेंट नौकरी है, और उनके चुने हुये साथी के साथ विवाह करवा देते हैं, यूपी-बिहार में अभी भी प्रेम विवाह में काफी दिक्कतों का सामना करना पड़ता है प्रेमियों को, किंतु अब बच्चें कही भाग ना जाये या आत्महत्या ना कर ले उस विवशता में बच्चों के फैसले को स्वीकार कर लेते हैं गार्जियन, उनको लगता हैं बच्चे खुश रहेंगे तो हम खुश रहेंगे, पर गार्जियन को इस बात का तनिक भनक नहीं होता इस विवाह से पहले उनके बच्चों ने काफी शर्त पहले ही मनवा लिया है एक-दूसरे से!!

विवाह दो आत्माओं का मेल है ऐसा कहा जाता है किंतु ना तो ये त्रेता युग है ना ही कोई यहाँ पर शिव, फिर भी प्रेम अभी भी अपने मर्यादा और संस्कार के वजह से जीवित है, नहीं तो  87% प्रेम तो वासनाओं से घिरा है और जिसका आंखों देखा हाल आपको आपके आस-पास ही देखने को मिलेगा, और ना जाने इस चक्कर में लाखों लड़कियों और हजारों लड़कों ने अपने जीवन को मृत्यु में तब्दील कर लिया है इसका एक अहम विषय स्वत्रंत रहना भी है!!

अब आते हैं मुद्दे पर प्रेम में पड़े लड़के और लड़कियाँ इतना केयर एक दूसरे को करते हैं मानो प्रेम का मतलब सिर्फ ख़ुशियाँ ही हो,  लड़के हर बात पर हाँ भरने लगते हैं मतलब लड़की को पाने के लिए और अगर उसके संग भविष्य देख रहे हैं तो, नहीं बुझे मने विवाह करने लिए लड़की को इतना भाव देते हैं जिससे लड़की को भी लगता है सच में जीवन इसके संग बिताने के अलावा और कोई दूसरा लड़का हो ही नहीं सकता, उधर लड़की सब लड़को को इतना केयर, बातों में सहमति, घर-परिवार के संग रिश्ता, मतलब लगता है जैसे फ़िल्म सीरियल में होता है कुछ भी हो जाये पर परिवार के संग रहूंगी और कुछ इमोशनल लड़के उनके इन सब केयर को देख जुट जाते हैं परिवार को मनाने में, आग दोनों तरफ लग जाती है शादी की, फिर सैकडों योजन का कष्ट दोनों उठा कर मना ही लेते हैं अपने परिवार को, जहां नहीं मानते हैं परिवार वाले वहाँ हम जैसे लफंडर दोस्त है ना पेपर पर सिग्नेचर करने के लिए!!

विवाह तो जैसे-तैसे हो जाता है किंतु प्रेम का जूस तब निकलता है जब घर के छोटे-छोटे झगड़े, आपसी मन-मुटाव और सोशल मीडिया पर समय व्यतीत, मतलब जो काम पहले बढ़िया लग रहा था अब उसी काम के कारण दोनों के रिश्तों में दरार भी शुरू होने लगता है, किंतु इसका खामियाजा यहाँ भी परिवार ही भरता है, अगर लड़की/लड़का समझदार है तो वो समाज के बीच एक उदाहरण हो जाते हैं किंतु जहाँ लड़का अपना सब कुछ लड़की के प्रति समर्पित कर दे पर लड़की को सिर्फ अपने बच्चें और पति संग रहने का फैसला हो, या अपने मायके वालों को ज्यादा तबज्जो देना, ससुराल वालों के प्रति सिर्फ दिखावा, उसी का उल्टा लड़का करने लगे तब वहाँ से शुरू होती है दरारें और फिर लड़की के बार-बार कहने पर अगर लड़का उसके हिसाब से ना चले तो तानों से शुरू लड़ाई, गली-गलौज फिर थाना-पुलिस होते कोर्ट वाली आर्केस्ट्रा तक पहुँच जाती है, क्योंकि गलती लड़के का है, उसने पहले इतने सपने दिखा दिये जो लड़की को लगा अब उसके साथ गलत हो रहा है, और अपने दोस्त या परिवार के सहारे वो उसी व्यक्ति से दूर होना चाहती है जिसके संग उसने बुन रखे थे मृत्युकाल तक के सपने!!

गलतियाँ कभी एक तरफा नहीं होता है, यहाँ लड़कियाँ भी गलत होती है, शुरू में अपने व्यवहार और प्रेम से लड़को का दिल जीतती है, हर काम के लिए संग खड़ी रहती है, चाहे वो एकता हो या जोड़ना, मतलब ऐसा रूप दिखाती है मानों कोई देवी हो, अगर वो बाहर वालों के लिए इतना कर रही है तो घरवालों के संग कितना प्रेम करेंगी, और लड़कियाँ भी वो हर काम करती है जिससे लगता है समाज में हम एक उदाहरण बनेंगे किंतु कुछ समय उपरांत उसका उल्टा होता है जो एक-दूसरे के मनमुटाव का अहम कारण बनता है, वैसे प्रेम में पैसों का भी एक अहम किरदार है पर जो समझदार जोड़े होते हैं वो उसमें भी निर्वहन करते हैं वो कभी भी पैसों के वजह से तलाक को अहम कारण नहीं बनने देते हैं, इन्ही छोटी-छोटी बातों को दोनों विवाह उपरांत संभाल नहीं पाते हैं जो दो परिवारों को दुश्मन भी बनाती है और प्रेम के प्रति लोंगो को घृणित करती है, अगर हम थोड़ा समझदार हो जाये और परिस्थितियों को खुद समझे देखे कहाँ-कहाँ हम गलत जा रहे हैं, पहले हमने ऐसा क्या किया जो अब चूक हो रही है तो प्रेम विवाह में तलाक दर की संख्या को हम घटाने में काफी कामयाब रहेंगे और प्रेम का जो ओहदा है समाज में उसमें चार चांद भी लगायेंगे!!

ज्यादा लिखना मतलब बकलोली करने जैसा लगेगा, हमें हर रिश्ते में कुछ ना कुछ कमी मिलेगा इसलिए रिश्तों से भागने की वजह हमें उसी रिश्ते को अगर ठीक करने से खुशी मिले तो जरूर कोशिश करे,अरे सिंपल सी बात है भाई अगर बाहर लड़ाई-झगड़ा, मारा-पीट हो जाता है तो उनसे फिर से हम जुड़ जाते हैं, फिर अपने परिवार के लोंगो के संग चंद शब्द से आखिर दूरी क्यों? मिलबैठकर और बातें समझकर ही हम किसी भी रिश्ते को एक मजबूती से स्थापित कर सकते हैं , नहीं तो रिश्तों का शतरंज युगों से चला आ रहा है चाहे वो पांडव-कौरवों का हो या राम-कैकेय माते का, क्योंकि हर रिश्ते में कुछ ना कुछ खोना पड़ता है, पर अगर हम उसको जोड़कर रखने में सक्षम है तो फिर उसके बाद कि खुशी आपको शायद एक ऐसा एहसास जरूर करवा देगी जो  जोड़ना ही प्रेम का पहला और आखिरी पड़ाव है!!

" अकेले रहने में कोई गुनाह नहीं है

किंतु हम कभी अकेले रह नहीं पाते हैं

रोटी भी अकेले नहीं फूलती है

उसको भी आग-चूल्हे और हथेली की जरूरत है"

   Vipin Jha

[rory-cakes]

Alastor's Birdy-HC

AN: Alestor who was married to a woman during his life. she went to heaven and he went to hell.

Alastor was a mystery to everyone

Creepy, scary, and truly evil were things other souls used to describe him

He didn't care about anyone or anything

He found joy in others' misery

No one would expect him to have ever been in love

no one

Then Missy came to visit

"so how's your little birdy doin'?"

who?

"ya know? his wife?"

his what?

"She's not here. she would never be here"

he's not denying it? and here? as in hell?

"YOU WERE MARRIED!?"

"I AM married. we never divorced"

his eye twitches. That wretch of a woman, missy

spill his whole life story, why don't you?

"She went to heaven. She's an angel."

EVERYONE HAS QUESTIONS

no she wasn't forced into the marrige

yes he loved-loves he

no it wasn't Stockholm syndrome

they were married for 25 years before he died

yes she's real

"how do you know she's in heaven?"

she literally ran multiple shelters and the had a separate place for all of the strays she took in

"like you?"

angel wishes he thought before he spoke sometimes

then charlie's like:

"YOU SHOULD WORK ON BEING REDEAMED YOURSELF SO THAT YOU CAN BE WITH HER!!"

and alastor's like

ha- no

he doesn't have the right to be with her again

not after what he'd done...

[streaminn]

Hello! I'm the person who wrote the story of Enid breaking down and Wednesday feeling like a stranger in her marrige!

I'd happily take Writer Anon, and I'll start signing my stuff!

Sorry, but I need to say this:

I don't know if it really clicked, but i have 3 parts that hit me like a truck while writing:

This is the smallest one, but in the bit about Wednesday liking Belladonna berries (deadly night shade berries) she likes them because they're black, deceitful, and deadly.

After getting with Enid?

Strawberries and blueberries.

Not because Enid likes them, or because there's a specific memory tied to Enid and those berries specifically, she loves them because they remind her of Enid's hair.

Blue and pink.

The flowers on their wedding outfits

Pink Hudragea apparently symbolize heartfelt emotions, while blue represent frigidity and apology. I didn’t at all mean the frigidity, but apology? Enid is strong and big and intimidating, but she has never and will never give up her humanity and caring, loving nature. She isn't afraid to apologize.

Black Satin Petunias can mean death, bad karma, just generally bad, dark things but they can also mean uniqueness and strength. The symbolism is obviously meant to be them wearing an emblem of one another, but it also shows that they bring out the best in each other.

Wednesday helps Enid not fall into the trap of forcing herself to hide her nature. Enid is allowed to be built like a brick house and she is allowed to mourn and grieve and get mad and keep her humanity.

And, similarly, Enid helps Wednesday. Wednesday is allowed to like death and dark, icky things, but Enid will not let Wednesday force herself into solitude because she thinks it's better. Wednesday loves Enid, and (even if she won't say it audibly) Enid knows she loves Eugene and Thing and her family.

Enid thought her how to express herself in her own way without forcing people around her away. Enid helped her figured how to be both, not just one or the other.

Wednesday can be scary and dark and strong all she wants, but Enid will not stand to watch her hurt the people around her as a defense mechanism.

The third thing is when Wednesday hears the bang (which I intended to be Enid dropping the bat she keeps for protection, but I couldn't figure out how to write Wednesday knowing what it was without it being clunky.)

"She hopes it's an intruder." Was going to be the main think of it. She hoped someone broke in to steal and panic and kill her because she had convinced herself Enid was about to divorce her, and she'd rather die than watch Enid tell her that she'd fallen out of love.

But the whole thing was Wednesday feeling in the wrong. Like a stranger in a house she doesn't belong in.

Wednesday felt like an intruder an a home that wasn't hers, so she said "another intruder."

She classified herself as an intruder, because it was what she felt like. A threat, a stranger, an intruder in what was meant to be their home.

Boutta sob, I'm so honored someone places this much effort in writing my au

God, I love it writer anon. It's obvious you placed in alot of thought and just the way Wednesday made herself out to be an intruder makes me go JFHSJEHDKAKA

My reaction throughout your asks:

Ty again dude, this is great

Also not Wednesday being dramatic as hell, oml these people need the reassurance they always wanted. As someone who's gone through alot of ldr's I can see why you'd wish to die then see someone else be with your lover

Is a different kind of pain man :(

[im-not-good-at-finding-nicknames]

I love it when old people start conversation with "why wouldn't you wanna marry?" And then tell bunch of unhappy marrige stories that some people still suffer, some ended up with divorce, and then the moral of the story is "Marrige is beautiful"

Like I was just saying I'm not that hyped up and eager. I wasn't against marriage till you told all the stories!

This happened more than once with different married people who have horrible marriages.... it's like they say, "I suffer, so you shall suffer with me"

[sublimeredviolin]

Well hello... At first, I was thinking not to say anything, because with a certain silence, there is power... indeed. To be back in Europe, it is a choice I took for personal reason, but I do miss U.S a lot. Between work, more personal projects, private life etc. I will just point out a few things:

1) I dont have a secret, how I do what I do: I dont judge others, I take people as their are, because as more I observe or to notice, deep down I do not do what others do.

2) Quite contrary, depends of my mood, situation, person, reason etc. I like depth, Universal truths no matter how painful can be; I like anything about Imortality, Power of thought, Power of kindness, power of being trully Authentic.

3) I like Enigmas, Mysteries, Complexities, Simplicity.

4) I know, I sense a powerful person in less than 7 seconds: The Essence, the High Value, the Respect and Principles they carry on their shoulders....

5) I admit I do have a very penetrating look, eye contact. Why? Hmmm others to tell me.

6) As much as I want, in the end, people, are on their own. Universal Truths cannot be trully understood by the average minds. I am talking about Centuries: Not years, moths, weeks, hours, minutes, seconds, non-seconds etc.

7) After an Academic background, Virginia Woolf is my favourite writer of all times.

8) As Tough Critic I say, no matter the field: Will never be another Gia, Jim Morrison, Alexandros the Great ( always the Macedonian Empire, not the Greek one); Gianni Versace, Mozart, Nefertiti and so many others.

9) To be trully honest to myself, once you reach a certain level, everything becomes temporary, unexciting, boredom behind superficial, behind peoples struggles, businesses at their core a machine with no value to create something for the next generations etc. cheap shows, the fear of honesty or integrity etc. I just dont what these things at all.

10) Yes, I am single: Freedom is Priceless. I value Power and Immortality too much: My choice. The absolute is liquirish Fire!

Only to Observe and to further my own studies. Selfish? No, just realistic. I hit others, even my closed friends with the harsh truth, anytime and anyplace, so, are indeed Universal truths, accept them or not, agree or not, only Time will tell you that: 1) Women dont love men, they just want men to love them, it is a difference. 2) If a woman does not respect herself, no man will respect her. 3) Women cheat as much as men do, but different, more subtle. 4) When a man opens to a woman, she monks his feelings. 5) Freud died, without to answer to the most important question what women want? I have the answer: They dont know what they want. 6) Marriges end into divorces, while relathionships into break-ups. 7) I dont give a damn for Feminists and their extreme approach: To be at my level, they need to Corect what is Academic: In History, women created the Wars, not men: FACT! 8) Real Men want Respect, Wisdom... Men are not stupid as women think they are. 9) A real woman, as Mother, will Never put her child above any man. 10) Men are simple creatures, women are intricate creatures. 11) Love does not exist: Is just attraction betwwen two people or hormones. Love? Is not for Cheap people.

[yubiina]

Teacher's pet.

!! Minors DNI !!

“ if i’m so special why am i a secret?"

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Pairing: professor! William Afton X fem!reader

Genre: nsfw

Tw: smut, creampie, age gap (dilf William), cunnilingus, dirty talk.

Summary: You loved your english literature classes. But never for the reasons a normal student would enjoy a particular subject.

Author's note: Reader is in collage and over the age of 18!! This is my first time writing smut so I am nervous but I hope I did well, enjoy!

Part 2 here

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Going to a prestigious and strict university while majoring in something you'd never be interested in was never your plan from the beginning.

But of course despite your protests, your parents cared too deeply about your perfect streak of academic achievements to let you go that easily.

" do you think he's nice?"

The bell rung loudly as groups of students shuffeled through the hallways into the classrooms, too busy talking and laughing with their friends to notice their sorroundings.

" I don't know, and to be honest, i dont really care either." you sighted, the noisy chatter of the students around you scratched your ears, making you feel agitated.

" yeah Diane, its not like you'll do better this time will you?" she lifted her head up towards her friend who now stood in front of them with a smug smile and raised eyebrows.

Mouth agape in shock she quickly spoke:

"Shut up Faye!! At least i'm not failing 3 classes a few weeks in unlike you!!" Faye only laughed at her reaction while you felt a smile creep up, Diane huffed and hit your shoulder only making it grow wider. You hushed them to keep quiet as the lesson started and Faye left the desk.

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It was true, you didn't care, not until until he did.

Not until it started with him greeting you everytime he spotted you walking down the halls or how his eyes always met yours first when he walked into your class.

But to think it was anything more than polite gestures would make you a fool. Yet you could't help but think so when he looked at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.

From the way he strutted around your desk, making you catch a whiff of his expensive cologne to small mannerisms, it always left you curious for more, and who were you to ignore instinct.

" Y/n l/n?" He looked up and turned to your raised hand.

" here" you called.

He only smiled before continuing.

But could you be blamed? When he smiled at you like he knew something more, when he caged you in with honeyed words and sweet promises.

But of course, it was never anything more other than a good teacher caring for it's student.

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You were pushed against the wall, hands caging your sides as he towered over you,. giving you the same polite smile yet this time his eyes told a different story.

His right hand that rested against the wall reached the doorknob before locking it with a click, making you hold your breath.

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" He's looking at you again" Diane whispered to you without lifting her head as she continued to write, not wanting to bring any attention in a deafening silent classroom.

It seemed that Mr. Afton's classes were the only ones were the students would actually keep quiet. Carefully lifitng your eyes ahead you met his.

Mr. Afton stood seated in his chair, a leg stretched over the other as his hand rested on his chin, his eyes unmoving once he was greeted with yours.

" so what? He's just spacing out" you whsipered back.

" probably thinking about that nasty divorce and court days he'll have to attend"

" what?" He's getting divorced?" You turned to her in suprise.

" don't know anything, but i heard his marrige's getting rocky latley" she shrugged

" where did u hear that?" you asked

" Michael's friends"

" Is there a problem Ms. Florence?" His firm voice catches both of you off guard, Diane shook her head and apologized before darting back to work.

                           ༻❀༺

And how sweet he was.

How he asked you if you needed help whenever he noticed you were stuck or when he always praised your work in front of the class and held you as one of his best students.

"another great work ms. L/n. I'd say I'm impressed but I expected it from you" having his full attention made your legs bounce, his voice drowning out your outer world.

"thank you Mr. Afton. I'm glad you're satisfied"

The corner of his lips tug further as he places the paper down as your eyes follow it, unable to find courage within you to meet his own.

" of course Y/n, you're a good girl after all. One of the best in my class"

And you were, you were known for your high grades and obedient attitude who never missed a class without an important reason. You always tried your best, and you'd do it only for him.

That's why he'd ask you to stay after class for any questions you had or extra lessons. He couldn't let one of his best students fall from their grace, could he? And of course you couldn't deny.

After all what good student doesn't respect their teacher?

༻❀༺

The papers and pencils that once stood organised on the oak desk were now scattered and falling to the floor as u were plopped on top, hands coming between your thighs to part them and rub your clothed cunt.

Your breath hitched as you threw your head back onto the desk and bit your lip to hold back a whine.

Your hands clung around his neck to support your upper body as he fucked his fingers knuckles deep into your hole, clenching around him in a needy grip with your ecstasy dripping down from the desk onto the floor.

" Look at you needy little thing, you'll let me help you, yeah?" He cooed at you, the contrast between his condescending tone and hard pace of his fingers made you clench harder and push yourself closer, his voice sending you further away from reality.

He catches your lips in a kiss, biting your bottom lip before opening your mouth for his tounge to enter, your hands bunching up his fabric as your eyes rolled back with a drowned moan.

The orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach made you thrust your hips onto his fingers as you looked up at him for your begging eyes to meet his.

" that's it love" he moves faster making your clenched mouth open, the sinful wet sounds of your pussy made you embarrassed.

"give it to me, do it" he hums once you throw your head back with a high pitched moan, your orgasm crashing down as your limbs shook

You felt his tounge lap at your overstimulated folds making you jolt forward and close your thighs only for him to keep them in place.

" what a sweet little treat you are"

༻❀༺

" I'm telling you, that bitch has it coming" Faye rambled pointing her fork at Diane before going back to her food.

" Faye you know how she is. She does that on purpose to get you in trouble" Diane sipped on the strawberry milk carton.

" it's working then cuz I'll glady get in trouble just hand her ass over some day" she retorts.

Diane sighs before turning to you as you stood deep in thought, playing with your food.

" is she even listening?" She asks

" leave her alone she's on overdrive from all that work Mr. Afton's been giving" Faye says.

" hey, I am listening" you speak up, eyes narrowing at Faye.

" I'm just tired, I have extra classes after this" you sigh before side eyeing Diane as she finished her milk.

"you're really sucking the life out of that thing"

"I'll suck the life out of you if you don't shut up. "

It seemed your new chedule with Mr. Afton was taking time away from your friends, yet you didn't exactly mind.

After all a good student has to make sacrifices, right?

༻❀༺

Being spread acorss the desk, wide open for him to view you at such a vulnerable state made you're bite your lip in anxiousness before he tucked your legs up, giving your wet cunt that clenched around nothing his undevided attention.

" look at you pretty thing" he muttered

His hands rushed to unzip his black pants, his cock springing out and standing tall, now free from the tight confinement of his underwear. The pink angry tip leaked with precum as he pumped it a few times.

It was after hours, everyone had gone home except a few janitors and teachers, while he had spent the last hour here prepping you and even if the door was locked, you couldn't help but feel paranoid.

As best as you could, you reached in an attempt to stop him from rubbing his cock against your folds,

" they'll hear Mr. Afton" you whined as your fragile hands did little to stop his movement.

Looking down at you he kept rubbing his cock, using your juices for lube before reaching to kiss your side, faces inches apart.

" just the tip sweetheart, yeah?" He breathed out before pushing in.

The bulbous head stretched your plush walls, your mouth hung open, a moan ripping from your throat as a he continued to seethe himself in to his tip.

" t's too much" you whine as he shallowly thrusts his tip into you, your hands gripping his shoulders as he leaned down to suck another deep hickey on your neck.

" shhhh" he hushed you, hands going to your waist to keep you from wiggling.

Pushing further into your spasming walls your eyes widen, moaning out his name to try and get his attention as he bottomed himself into you.

And just like that he kept still, watching you fall apart on him, breaking just from his cock entering you as it wrapped him in a vice grip, too good to pull away.

He moved the hair out of your face before kissing you, going from your lips to your jaw and neck, giving you any sort of distraction to latch onto.

" you know you're such a good girl" he whispered a few inches away from you, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip, messing up your gloss as he kept his eyes locked with yours

" gonna give that needy little cunt what it wants"

"yeah?" You attempt to speak normally but only comes out as a moan.

"yeah" he hums before taking his cock out fully and slamming back in with full force.

Your body jolts at the sudden movement with a yelp, yet you had no time to react as he began thrusting in full force, the wet sounds of your pussy and his heavy balls hitting your ass filled the room.

" Mr. Afton" you cried, the desk shook with each hard thrust hitting your spot over and over again as his tip brushed your cervix.

Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes you felt his hand wrap around your throat forcing you to look up, only then noticing his state.

His hair disheveled and breaths heavy, groaning each time your walls clenched around him you felt his cock twitch inside of you. It almost looked like this effected him more than you.

"look at that" his breathy voice brushes your ear. Following his eyes you look down to see the bulge on you stomach appear with each harsh thrust of his hips.

"look at how well you take me in baby" his hands caress your abdomen

" you gonna let me use this little pussy? Be my little whore?" He snaps his hips faster as your hand reaches to hold onto the arm on your throat, now unable to hold back any noise, pushing your upper body with all your might for a kiss.

A mocking smile reaches him at your neediness yet gives you what you want, you eagerly open your mouth and let him explore in complete submission, a string of saliva connecting you once parted.

Dragging your thighs closer to his, he pressed his upper body to your chest, face leaning down to lick on stripe on your neck. With each pound harder than the other your eyes roll back unable to form any coherent words as you let yourself fall back on the hard surface.

" Oh fuck- mh- please Mr. Afton!" You plead, neck cranning to look at him.

He only laughs at your cock drunk state, lips red and puffy from his own, cheeks flushed now blabbering and dripping around his cock you wrap your shakey legs around him and loosely lock his hips

" please-inside, Mr.Afton!" Is all he can make out before his grip tightens at your words, a growl coming from his chest as he starts drilling harder into you.

" you want my cum inside sweetheart? You want me to stuff you?" He looks down at you in a with a condescending expression as you nod frantically.

Your moans grow louder, feeling your orgasm on the edge as you hold onto him for support, nails digging into his arms, leaving red scratch marks and one more thrust is all you to need to come undone, walls spasming around his cock.

Mr.Afton lets your throat go only to grip jaw and keep your head in place, eyes locked with his as your mouth hangs open, gushing around him with a long, tired moan.

Mr. Afton stills his hips as you feel something thick and warm spilling into you and leak out a few drops, making you feel full, he groans as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you. Heavy breaths fill the room only for your body to jolt once he fucks the cum back into your overstimulated cunt

"too much, no more" your tired protests make him laugh as he leans to kiss you, his much bigger hands rubbing up and down your thighs in a soothing pattern.

But what always brought you back to this moment, wasn't always the aching soreness between your legs from the aftermath, or the bruised neck and lingering touch.

It was how he cared for you after, the way he picked up your panties and put them back for you, making sure his cum stayed inside not wanting to waste a drop.

How he offered you a silent ride home with a hand resting on your thigh and how you always ended up smelling like him, his perfume clinging to your clothes that you wore the next day.

Because as a good teacher, of course he had to care of his best student.

And no matter how many times you brushed it to the back of your mind, you were the happiest knowing you were his favourite.

After all, what kind of a good girl would you be if you weren't?

[wilczachannn]

⊱ ⸾⤻🅳𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍, ᴄᴄ!ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ ‧₊˚ :

𖠳 ꒰ 𝘪𝗇 𝘸𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ₊

ⵌ going to tommy’s house, while your parents are fighting.

𖠳 ꒰ 𝘨𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ₊

ⵌ platonic // angst // fluff

𖠳 ꒰ 𝘸𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ₊

ⵌ parents fighting,, mentions of divorce,, swear words,, tell me if i missed something.

for @mcyt-sh1t​ ‘s 150+ follower writing event! congrats sweetheart! :D i think the song "devil  town" by cave town goes nice with this :)

prompts : "can i sleep over? my parents are fighting again." , "how bad is it?" & "you're freezing. come here."

hours, that's how long your parents could argue in a day, if not more. at first they had little arguments, not very often, like every marrige, they had their ups and downs, it was normal, until the not very often slowly, but successfully, became everyday. you weren't nervous, or atleast you didn't want to show it out to the public, because who would want to talk about they're parents possibly getting divorced? probably noone. however, there was only one person who new about your situation, that being the one and only tommyinnit, your best friend. he knew how hard everything was for you, especially mentally. so, he regularly let you come over to his house to hang out, and most of the time play minecraft on your private server. he loves to see you have fun, it was like a break from reality, and your parents which was really good for your mental health. his parents treat you like their own child, they are super supportive of your friendship with tommy and think your quiet persona helps their son calm down when he's really hyper.

yet, for the past few days everything seemed to go more wrong than you could've ever imagined. this time they were fighting over who's going to take you after they divorce, sudden panic hit you. are they serious? do they really want to just leave eachother? was this all your fault? no, of course not, [name] stop overthinking, everything will be alright, right?

"it's all your fault our marrige isn't working out! you decided to be an impatient piece of shit and ruin everything for me!" your mother yelled out, venom slipping out with every single word let out, eyes full of anger. though they couldn't see you, nor hear you, you still felt uneasy being there. being in your own childhood home, maybe it's not even yours anymore? who knows. everything started to get blurry, tears forming in your eyes, your breath started to get faster by every seconds.

slowly backing away to your room, you closed the door, running up to your bed and falling on it, instead of hitting the once soft material that usually covered your mattress, you were hit with a cold, piece of paper? how did this end up here? you thought, curiosity took the best of you, so you investigated it.

dear [name],

i know your life might be rough right now,

and because of that, i want you to remember

that you're always welcome in my house.

- big man, tommy, 16.07.21 :)

of course it's from tommy, why wouldn't it be from him? he's your bestfriend after all. it was his thing to write down the date of the day he made the little note. over the years of friendship, you learned to love his signature and his writing style. sure, the little note made you smile, however it didn't stop the tears coming down your now, pinkish cheeks.

everything started to crumble down, the happy family you once knew, you once were, is turning into nothing right before your eyes, the worst thing about all of this, is that nothing could save it. there was only one option left, tommy. standing up, you stumbled to your desk to take your phone, dial his number, and simply hear his voice. you put the phone next to your ear and waited for him to pick up.

"h-hey tommy." you said, your voice very clearly cracking.

"hello [name], sorry to inform you, but you sound like shit." tommy responded, he wasn't wrong though, you sounded worse than quackity when he was sick, but hearing tommy's voice calmed you down a little, like always.

"i know, although this isn't about my voice right now, i have an important question to ask you tommy."

"alright, ask away." was his response.

"can i sleep over? my parents are fighting again." you whispered, slowly closing your eyes, feeling your eyes get watery again.

"how bad is it?" tommy asked.

"bad enough to make me want to actually run away."

"do you want me to pick you up or something?"

"no, i think i will be able to walk to your house without anyone, but thank you." you smile slightly.

"are you sure?" tommy expressed his concern, it was unsafe to go outside at night, especially alone.

"mhm." nodding to yourself, you got back on your feet again taking a backpack from your closet, picking some comfortable clothes at the same time. you also slipped a dream hoodie on, your favourite and probably one of your most treasured out of all the clothing you own, unlike tommy who literally got it for free, you had to pay for it, however, it was worth it. "i will be there in about 30 minutes, i also promise to be safe and to not take short cuts. see you soon." you hung up.

this will be the hardest part of going out at night, the sneaking out. it may seem easy, but in reality it isn't. the most important thing is to not get caught, which in this situation seems easy considering all the yelling from the kitchen.

you didn't even try to bother pretending you were asleep in bed, they really couldn't care less about you now. always so selfish. always so ignorant.

luckily the room you were in was next to a tree, a undoubtedly big one, yet it was perfect to climb down from, and so you did. although you were really careful to not get a splinter, you tried your best to be quick. finally on the ground, the wind was strong, even so that isn't what matters at the moment, you still need to get to tommy's house safely, without any distractions on the way.

when you finally got on the sidewalk, your luck wasn't on your side anymore, it started raining badly, so the only option you had left was to run as fast as you possibly could, it was harder than you originally thought, since you hadn't sleep in 24 hours. and there you were, in front of your best friends house, wet and probably sick.

you didn't even get to the door and it already flew open, showing off tommy in his fameous red and white t-shirt, with a soft smile on his face, he stepped out into the rain.

"you're freezing. come here." he announced, taking your hand in his and guided you to the house.

as soon as you got inside, his mum turned around to see the two of you standing in the doorway, both smiling, like you always did when you come to their house.

"welcome back home, [name]." maybe this isn't the best time to lose all hope, not everything is good now, but with time everything will change, everything you know will be better, because you are worth it and not everything bad is your fault. for now you only have to belive tommy's words, when he first took a notice of your family problems.

"your parents aren't pog, please know that this isn't your fault."

𖠳 ꒰ 𝘵𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ₊

@etheriaaly​ ,, @bbh-a3sth3tic​

@ttakinou​ ,, @lavenderjacobs​

[practicalmagicintuitions]

I was just thinking about that Momoa divorce...

I know it was said they are free spirited and they have an open marriage but I have a strong opinion on this, and I am curious about yours. Of course if this is something the couple agreed on it’s their business, I won’t say don’t do it. However my opinion is this a BS made up by men who are too lazy to cheat in secret. 

Lisa was the living example what an “open marrige” does with a woman who loves his husband. The “free spirited” relationship slowly eat her alive and she has become more and more miserable and it was visible. I said this before here, that’s why this divore news it’t not a shocker for me. 

She seemed painfully unhappy lately while Momoa was thriving and living his best life. I feel sometimes women only agreed on a relationship like this becasue they feel this is the only way to keep the man. They feel if they close their eyes everything will be fine because “ he is going to home to me”  

For me this is not a way to live and manage a relationship. I am not saying you should not do it if this is appealing to you, but this is one more example why it cannot work, especially if one party loves the other more. 

Opinions? 

[deserted-kite]

So I just finished How I met your mother and I would like to address the downhills and uphills of the show.

¡Spoiler alert!

So at the beginning it’s very intimidating. You have Ted - a guy believing in true love and especially the one at first sight. Then he meets Robin and it doesn’t go as expected. I love how their characters are opposites of the stereotypes of how women are all about marriage and guys not ready for commitment.

I think Robin and Ted should have gotten together earlier because by the time they did I was already against the idea of them two together. Eventhough I could have accepted them. After they got separated that was it for me. Every moment between them after that made no sense. I know, I know “Love is not supposed to make sense” but honestly it didn’t work the first time why continue?

Of course here comes the dilemma with Barney. Yes, Robin did try again with him but in their defense the first break up between Barney and Robin was just bad writers’ choice and for no good reason. It was a BIG downfall when they broke up because both their characters wouldn’t have ended up that way. But I cheered for them from the moment they hooked up until the last seconds of the show and they are still end game to me.

Lily and Marshall’s relationship was built very well. They had their pits and turns which showed the reality of being in a marriage/ serious relationship. No complains there. I loved their characters.

Now Barney’s character I really enjoyed observing and analyzing. He was very different from everyone else and always gave the show a bit of spice. And when he got together with Robin I loved how they both grew up together, how they figured things out together.

When they broke up it’s like Barney went to stage one as if making no progress. I can see either as bad writing again or as a coping mechanism. After Robin and Barney get divorced and he is just the same... It breaks my heart. The way he became father - COULD HAVE BEEN AMAZING AND SENSUAL but we didn’t even know the mother and we had no time to get it through our heads.

So let me start on the whole last season. It started very strong. It had everything. Though I couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that the writers are gonna separate Robin and Barney which ended up happening anyway. But I would have loved it if they stayed together and build a family.

So everything is LEGEN - wait for it - DARY until the last two episodes.

They just hit you. Ted having a baby before getting married. Ted’s relationship with the mother. Ted meeting the mother. Barney and Robin’s “it’s great!”. Then Lily and Marshall have another baby. Then Robin and Barney GET DIVORCED. Barney has a child from a random hook up. Then Ted gets married and obviously Robin is a bit like stranger in that scene. The mother is ill. Then she dies. Then you see the kids as if their mother’s death doesn’t affect them ( even though it’s 6 years) and suddenly it’s Ted and Robin again.

Yes, the series started with them but come on dude! It’s just not gonna work. In the end none of the characters made any progress. If you look at them in the begging and in the end they are the same people. And in 10-15 years you change A TON.

In conclusion Robin and Ted could have been end game if they got together A LOT earlier and could make a compromise about the marrige and kids thing. Barney and Robin were better because they wanted the same things and believe me if Barney sacrificed getting married, Robin could have sacrificed working just in New York or Barney traveling with her would’ve been that bad. The series were WAY too long. Should have ended at season 5. I was so annoyed at the end because we were always talking about meeting the mother and we were never meeting her actually. AND IT WAS ROBIN IN THE END AGAIN! The mother’s character was way too perfect even though I liked her. Before Barney and Robin’s wedding Ted’s relationships were total crap. And the story with that bakery girl ( I forgot her name) was so out of place.

In the end everything was just out of place. It felt disconnected.

Could have been an amazing series and at least save it with the last season but writers decided to ruin it in the last two episodes.

[josiebelladonna]

six feet under | chapter six

Before I continue, I want to remark on this cup of coffee here. Charlie knows how to craft a good cup of coffee, like it came right out from the darkest of shadows and beckoned forth with such a rich flavor. It's like he figured out how to cultivate from the coldest and deepest corners of the earth. It's so warm and sensual... like I'm getting hugged. Like I fell ass over teakettle and recovered a bit of the warmth of heart even with nothing more than a blender.

But that's not why you're all here, though. Although—I'm going to get back to that proverbial warm feeling soon enough.

The first time I was fully able to crack into Kristina's mind was when we were about to enter high school.

It was around Christmas and Hanukkah time, and Danny was out somewhere with his dad getting a bass guitar, or at least playing around with one for the ages. I was out getting firewood, of all things, and I happened to meet Kristina at the place where the Christian people usually got the Christmas tree from the lot. I had my yarmulke on my head so she was able to recognize me from clear across the lot.

She looked tired, and like the time she had her guitar case locked up in her stepdad's truck, she looked odd without it on her back. I walked over to her to see the somewhat distraught look on her face. I asked her if everything was alright, and she didn't say anything: she just looked around like we were being watched.

I looked at her funny and repeated the question.

“Is everything okay?”

She then swallowed and stepped away from me and out the front gate of the lot.

“Kristina?” I called after her. “Kristina, is everything alright?”

Next thing I knew, I was chasing after her, this fourteen year old Jew boy with a knit yarmulke on his head—I even clutched onto it given the winds were picking up and that specific part of Queens turned into a wind tunnel at one lick of a stiff breeze from a Nor'easter. I caught up to her and I caught the sound of her crying.

“Kristina! Kristina!”

She ducked around the corner of the shop to where she was out of sight, and I caught up with her right there. She buried her face in her hands and she bawled loud into the palms. I stood right in front of her.

“Kristina—what happened?” I asked her, and I was worried on top of that. She didn't answer but she did cry at a smaller volume, though, which allowed me to catch my breath and come closer to her.

“Kristina... what happened.”

She sniffled real loud and then lifted her head to look at me with those bloodshot eyes.

“What happened,” I asked her a third time.

“I hate this time of year,” she confessed in a broken voice.

“Why is that?”

Her lip trembled and she wiped away more tears. I looked up to the graying sky; I knew it was going to snow soon and my mom would want me back with a stack of firewood and those long matches before the white stuff came in, but my priority at that moment was her, was Kristina. I returned to her right as she adjusted her jacket.

“Tell me everything,” I said to her. “Please. Tell me everything. You can trust me.”

She looked at me with her eyebrows raised and tears brimming her eyes. She then sighed through her nose.

“You're not going to tell anyone about this?” she asked me.

“I promise.” I even raised my hand to that. She sighed again.

“My parents had an unhappy marrige for as long as I could remember,” she started, “and my mom and I finally moved out to New Mexico, and then we came here to New York City. This is going to be the fourth Christmas in a row that we're going to spend as a broken family.”

And when she said that, I looked on at the pendants around her neck. There was that one behind her white rose that caught my eye a couple of years before.

“What's the pendant here, if you mind me asking? 'Love, Mom and Dad'. Tell me about that.”

“This is the last thing they gave me before their divorce.”

“So they stayed together...”

And she said, “yeah. They stayed together for me... until it finally hit the moment where my mom literally couldn't take it anymore. She handed the papers to my dad and—that was it. We left Seattle for the desert in New Mexico and then for New York City because my mom didn't like the desert. I tried to visit my dad last year but no planes were leaving because of the snow... we can't go this year for the same reason, and also because my mom just doesn't have the money to go visit as of yet...”

It reminded me of my parents, how they had such a volatile relationship when I was a little kid and they finally split before my childhood ended and I became a pubescent teenager. Almost beat for beat, like she took the words right out of my mouth, but added the royal pain in the ass that was moving into the fold.

And it was that point I began to fall in love with her.

Granted, I had my girlfriend and things were going wonderful between me and her, but there was something to Kristina here. The both of us were at the mercy of things beyond our control from a young age, and I knew it right then and there. There was so much that we both wanted to do and yet so much held us back. We were both fucked up from a young age. So I turned to her, and I lowered my voice to where she could only hear me and nothing else:

“Kristina—let's keep any secrets we might have with each other between the two of us. I won't tell Danny or my mom or anyone else. I promise.” And I held out my pinky finger for her. She sniffled again, and if I didn't know better, I would have sworn she had ice crystals forming on her eyelashes.

“I promise,” I repeated; and without a sound, she raised her hand and hooked her pinky finger around mine, tight. And then I leaned in to embrace her. Her hair smelled so soft and sweet, like she had just washed it. Much like Charlie's coffee on this particular cold snowy day, there was a strange warmth to her, like she had needed that male touch in her life and I needed to provide her with something of that sort.

It was from that point on that our friendship trekked down this proverbial alleyway that only the two of us could go, and it took place around the corner from where all the rich Christian people shopped at.

[volperion-moved]

id love to read a Liluka Arranged Marrige AU Fic. Like they hate eachother from the start but as the time goes on they kinda get used to this new lifestyle, keep talking abt wanting to get divorced but not really cuz they dunno why but they are too used to eacothers presence and then boom they realize they love eacother to death.

have you ever seen what happens in vegas

[arc-trooper-jess]

Aaaaaaa ol @ahsoka tagged me in a thing and I feel so honoured my mother would tag me so Ima do it

Rules tag 9 people you want to know more about(lmao Ima do one)

Top 3 Ships

Scarlet Vision(Scarlet Witch and Vision) I ship both the MCU version and the comics version. I absolutely love Wanda she’s my favorite and Vision is so soft and they are perfect together. I also love their twins Billy and Tommy

Stormpilot( Finn and Poe) I’m still mad at Disney/LF for starting a great gay romance in TFA and then completely forgetting about it and trying to make the viewers forget about it. I have chosen to ignore cannon and believe that they got married and adopted a kid after the fall of the First Order

ThorBruce( lmao literally just Thor and Bruce/Hulk) this is yet another case of Disney bearing absolut fucking cowards and not letting there be a pure and soft gay relationship. Ragnork made me fall in love with these two as a ship and I love how Bruce was there for Thor in Endgame :,(

Last Song Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish. I lobe this song it’s so beautiful and it makes me cry. Everytime I listen to it hits home becuase the line “If I could change the way that you see yourself you wouldn't wonder why you're here they don't deserve you" because it’s so similar to what my best friend has always said to me

Last Movie in Theaters Jojo Rabbit. God it was so good. My favorite quotes are “They say that Hitler has one ball. That’s a lie he has four” and a ten year old saying “Fuck you Hitler” but the second half of the movie is so sad. Something happened halfway through and I was crying the whole second half of the movie

Last Movie at Home A Marrige Story. Yes I watched the movie about Kyle Ron’s divorce but it was good. There were scenes that physically hurt because there were moments where I was like “shit my relationship is kinda like this” and the argument scene everyone talks about was pretty good. Scarlett Johansson killed and ya I’m terrified of Adam Driver he’s kinda scary

Last Book News: The Politics of Illuion by Lance Bennett, I read it for class

What Food are you Craving Water cuz all I drink is lemon aid and coffee

Im tagging @effervescent-angel cuz she’s been my best friend for 12 years and she’s been there for me through everythingggggggg

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The real beast

Hello again, people! 

Sorry for my absence from this blog, but the adult life could be really harsh and brutal.

This update comes late. My original idea was updating it on Zen’s birthday and inspired  in a spanish song, but again some pretty nasty adults issues  came that month.

It turned larger that I expected but maybe some frustration is in there but even so ENJOY IT!

It was the most brighter and bigger screen on Broadway. 

It looked like the biggest success from his career, but even with that, the regret and loneliness from his heart couldn’t full it. He already paid out the price with his only love.

Two years before, you were Zen’s manager. After some time the roles that he could get were smaller and a few ones. The audictions went pretty good, but some way or another the pincipal role wasn’t his. So a few weeks after, you got him a really great oportunity as the prince from the Beauty and the Beast with a really big actress that was already succecing on Broadway. Maybe he wasn’t to show all his beauty on the stage but he was going to appear on all the play. 

when you give him the news, he coulnd’t avoid to put you in his arms, rise you near the ceilling and kiss you non stop.

“Princess, you’re awesome! You got me  the role that maybe get me on the moon! I love you so much!” 

The reahearsals were to begin one week after you gave him the news. 

The role diposed a lot of work and the reahersals prolonged for many hours untill midnight, so he began to get worried that you’ll get lack of sleep and feel bad later, so he told you that you should go home and rest. At first you denied it and stayed with him until the end, but every day was more tiring to be there and in the end  of that month, you agreed with him and went home earlier and wait for him. But a few days weeks later he began to come home later and later, until one night he didn’t come home.

The thoughts of that night were to bad to worts, only thinking that maybe  he got on an accident begin to round your head. Maybe he tripped while his was dacing or maybe he ride on his bike and had an accident again and he was on the hospital injuried and...you didn’t want to think about it anymore. 

Thenext morning, you heard the door slowly began to open making a really chirp. You jumped out the bed and saw him.

He was there save and sound. You sighed on relived and run trhought the living room to hug him, but he refused you. 

“Sorry, princess, but I’m tired and today the director gave us the day off so...let me sleep, please”

You were concerned with his attitude. He never was like this before with you. So you turned around and pause when you saw him witha bottle of water that he took from the fridge, on his hands. That pause lasted less that a minute when you talked. 

“Day off? When did the director told that, Zen?”

“Just a few days ago, Why?”

“Because I didn’t know about it. Why did you not call me or tell me, Zen? I’m your manager and girlfriend, I need to know that”

He opened his bottle and took a sip of water with annoyed face.

“I was tired and forgot it, alright? It’s not a big deal, ok?”

“No, Zen. It’s not ok. I have to know that kind of details. You are working untill late and besides the job as your manager I didn’t have a time to spend time with you as your girlfriend, so yes, Zen, It’s a big deal to me. 

He put the bottle of water on the table and turned his back at you. 

“Ugh..please I’m tired and I don’t have the energy to fight right now!”

“Excuse me?!”

“You know what? I’m going to lock the door of the bedroom and when you’re less alterated, we can talk, bye...”

He walk away and loked the door, leaving you there with all the anger inside.

The weeks pased and when you were on the rehaersals watching Zen doing his role. Everything was alright on his job, but his attitude change when you were home. It became the same as that day and become worst with the time.

The fights were more often and he got angried with you for every little detail.  

Finally, the premiere night came and at that point you thought that the change of attitude from Zen came form your reactions and actions towars him, and all the yealing when he came home, so as a peace gift you decided to bring him his favorite food and a bouquet of flowers and surprised him back stage. So you told him to go to the theatre before you.

The taxi took you to the theatre after you picked up the bungeoppang that Zen really loves. You rushed to his dressing room with excitment, bacause maybe with this he changed back to his usual self.  The security guard notice you and let you in without any question. Then when you were already in front of his dressing room and open the door from his dressing room to scream “Surprise!”, you found him over with the actress  that had the role as the beauty, kissing her and with his pants down. You threw the  bungeoppang on the floor, bacuese the one surprised was you, a bitter one.

 You wanted to run away, but your feet felt like  pieces made from iron. You wated to scream, but you felt like a really big knot was stock on your throat. 

The only thing you saw on that state of shock,  was her, coming to you with a really challenging looked on her face and one hand on her weist. 

“Well, now that you found us like this, I’m going to tell you, Zen wants to break up with you, so bye!” 

You were with no breath but even so you managed to let your voice out. 

“Why did you speak for him?! He has to tell me, not you”

She rolled his eyes with a really annoyed face and croked his mouth. 

“Because you’re a bother. I mean, you only got him really small roles and nagged him when he went home with you. And if wasn’t for me, he couldn’t get the job”

“...Sorry?!”

Those last words got you out from the shock and get you upset.

“Yes, you’ve already heard. I proposed him to this role to the dierctor. When you called, I was the one who told the director that Zen deserved the role. It wasn’t for your magnificent job as manager. It was because of me”

Zen was standing behind her with his head facing the floor. He looked like a teenager that was on the director’s office, he looked like a coward. 

You spoted him with your tearful eyes, beggan to walk  through the room and made him faced you. 

“Is it true, Zen? Are you tired of this?...of us?” 

You asked him with a trembling voice,

Finally, he looked you wiht guilt and regret on his face and that up set you more. 

“Enough! I’m going to pack my stuff!”

You ran from the theatre like you’ve never run before. but that couldn’t help you to break from his hand, wich took you from your arm and made turned violently to face him. 

“I’m sorry, princess. I was going to tell you but...”

“But what?! It was funny to look me on the face every day whe I was with you on  the reahearsals, wating for you  at home untill morning , making the chores like your maid meanwhile you were fucking her?!”

He was surprised. You never got angry him, and if you did, you were always polite about it. So the sudden changed on you made him talked.

“No, no! It wasn’t my intention, the truth is that....ugh...I felt frustated with all the small roles you got me and I was strugglling really hard with the tight budget every month! ...And when she showed off and told me that she can help me to get bigger plays and roles...I couldn’’t say no...I mean...and she’s prettier than any other girl I’ve ever saw, and cheered me on stage...and besides her manager likes me and with that I...”

You couldn’t let him finished talk. 

Your arm got free from his grip and slaped him on the face. 

Your eyes were tearful and your heart broken. 

The man that you loved was no longer with you, in his place has been left a selfish jerk.

“But you preferred  your success?...Good bye, Zen”

After you leave Zen’s aparment. He felt emty, but he persuaded himself that this was the best for him.

A few days later when Zen was showing off his knew girlfriend on the media, you told all the RFA’s members the situation with Zen. All were really up set with him, and even Jaehee proposed to kicked him out from the RFA, but you refused, because it was good for the association. Zen on the real national or international spotlight could help more that out of it.

The guys agreed with you, even if they didn’t like the idea at first.

A months before the RFA’s party was celebrated, you took the decision to leave the association. All were upset again with Zen. This time because he took the liberty to bring the new béyonce with him.

A year passed and Zen moved to New York. Now, he was a famous musical actor with the most beautiful, talented and cheat actress as his wife.

After Zen moved, his relationship became cold. She  was always with him, but when camera was present.

“Love, come here and let sleep together!”

He pouted and beg her for atention.

“Ugh...Zen...you’re so cheesy...I want my space...look I’m going out with some of my girlfriends and when I come back, you’ll have all my attention!”

“Promised?”

“Promised...ugh...whaterver, I’m going. Don’t wait for me!”

With every day that passed, his life with his wife become a living hell and with it, all the memories that he had with you.

One day, they illusion got broken.

“Why are you with another man on our bed?”

“Did you think that only one men can satisfies me?...of course not”

“I’m done. I want the divorce!”

“Sorry, dude. But I practically bought you when you were no one in this industry. If it wasn’t for me you probaly would be stocked with that ugly girlfriend-manager you had. So if you want the divorce, fine. But remember it well. I build you as an star and I could destroy you and become only dust!”

Zen was devastated after that. He took his jacket and went out from the building. 

His marrige was a farce and also his carrer. His head was trying really hard to remember when was the last time that he felt really happy and your smiling face lay down beside him was the only thing he saw. 

He was in front of that big screen with his name on it. But he couldn’t see it, the tears from your memory were on his eyes.

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But honestly, if they’re both fine with it, especially Carola who’s the one that was affected the most, that’s on them and not us. I’m sure she has her reasons to forgive him or whatever. // the reasons might be the children. What do you all expect is gonna happen? A divorce? Being childish and not talking with each other anymore? A marriage is not supposed to fall apart that easily. There's never an "i" or "me" in a marriage, but always a "we". As mature adults and parents, you should be able to look past the human flaws and keep the family together. That's the reason why our parents and grandparents ( at least the pre 80' generations) are married until they die, no matter how many cheatings and even children with an affair happened

My greatgrandad and his wife got separated because they didn't love each other anymore, if you are unhappy on your marrige you should be able to leave (this happened in the 1920's)

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A few years ago, my Sunday school class did a line by line study of the book of Job. I found it interesting then & the Lord has been bringing it to my mind for the last couple of weeks (isn't it neat how He reminds us of scripture when He wants to teach us something?). I think that what I have been through since high school, but definitely the last several years, parallels Job a bit. There are some key differences though.

The suffering I went through with my dad was not my fault. I could imrpove my emotional health during those years, but there's only so far I could progress because he was my dad. I had to treat him with respect and I was still dependent on him. When he died, I had finally gotten to the point where I didn't care if I could afford it or not, I had to move out. I couldn't remain in that environment. He died before I got the chance to move.

After that, much of what I have gone through has been directly or indirectly related to consequences of my decisions. They may have been noble decisions (although some were definitely not) or in some cases the only decision I could stomach, but they were mine nonetheless. Even my health issues for the past couple of years I believe stem from those years I deprived my body of sleep. I can't prove it, but I believe it's true in some form. So, since dad's death, I can not say that I didn't at all deserve what was happening to me. My actions had consequences even if unintended.

What I can most greatly relate to is how the people in my life reacted to what I was going through. In an attempt to comfort me or "help me get better beacuse they hate to see me suffer," much of what I heard was condemnation in one way, shape, or form. It differed with the person, but the root of what was said was generally the same. Some were more scriptural than others, but again, most had the same underlying message. I understand at least partially how frustrating it was for Job. All he wanted was someone to love him and be there for him. What he got were explanations and condemnation. That does not feel good.

I often wondered why the Lord allowed satan to put him through all of that. Yes, He said Job's life had to be spared, but why allow it to get that bad? Why not draw the line earlier? I think I know why He didn't stop earlier for me. Pride.

I was raised in legalism. I think that's just the way it was back then. The line between holiness and legalism is easily blurred. For me, it was easy to rest in that because it so easily condemned what dad was doing (as it should always condemn abuse). The problem though, is that gradually, my righteous indignation became not quite so righteous. No, I didn't deserve to be treated that way, but then again, why not? Let me explain. I am NOT saying any kind of abuse is ever okay. Nope! However, how much abuse did Jesus bear while on earth? He bore it for my sake. He's the one who never did anything wrong, yet He was abused unto death for me, for all of us. If I have to go through some of that, why can't I?

I was once asked that if there's a God, why does He allow evil in the world. My reponse was that He allows us free will. He loved us all enough to give us the choice to follow Him or not. With that choice comes the fact that some people will choose not to. They will not follow Him or His ways. People who don't have Him in their hearts can find it easy to slip into poor or destructive behavior, which often affects others in some way. My dad's choices affected his family and hurt them, but they were choices that he as a human was allowed to make. Wrong? Yes. Absolutely. But he was allowed to make them anyway.

The true key to the answer to the question comes after the bad behavior. What comes next? Pain? Yes. However, believers are not left alone in their pain. The Lord promises to walk us THROUGH everything we are asked to endure. Even the stuff that's our fault. That's the key. My dad could do those things, but the Lord was with me every day to make sure they didn't destroy me. Just like He was with me every day of my marriage, every day I didn't sleep, and every day I have clung to survival during the healing process. He doesn't leave us alone. If we listen to Him and seek Him out, we will find Him. Sometimes His arms are open to hug and comfort us. Sometimes His arms are outstretched to help us out of a pit we dug for ourselves. Sometimes His arms are linked in ours while He whispers love, comfort, and sometimes correction and instruction into our hearts as He walks with is side-by-side. We just need to look for Him. He's always there.

I think in my experience with dad, the pride that legalism leads to took root in my heart. I became more stubborn and through defending myself, I strengthened the pride. "I didn't deserve to go through what I went through in my marrige," I'd say to myself. Well, maybe not. But I do know that pride was a factor in the decision that put me there in the first place. It put me with the person who would treat me that way. I had to swallow my pride to leave, but then I found it again when I was trying to justify the divorce and not be condemned to hell because of it. It was my crutch. My familiar tool of self-preservation. I can see that now. Pride is never okay. The feeling of accomplishment or the feeling of pleasure when He tells you "well done," is healthy and right. The moment it turns into pride though, it is tranformed into something inappropriate at best.

I think Job experienced that too. At the end of his story when God finally intervenes, He has to remind Job who he's talking to. He has to remind Job that although he may not have done anything to bring the suffering on himself, he is not intrinsically above suffering. Job gets the point pretty quickly. In that, though, we also see that once repented of, God forgives us our pride and will still restore us. Yes, God is our Friend, our Father, our Guide, but He is also GOD. The kind with all capital letters. Sometimes we need to remember who we're talking to when we pray and get some of the reverence back. I know I do. In my attempt to grow closer to Him sometimes I go too far into the friend category. Thankfully, He understands and will nudge me back into the right view of Him.

So, as I come out of my own book of Job time, I am getting some clarity. The process has brought growth, strength, and greater understanding of many things. Not because I deserve it, but because He was with me to walk me through. Sometimes all I could do was wake up in the morning, but even that was Him. I can't even wake up without His okay. Many days, even though He promised me I would recover, all I could do is lay on the couch and survive. I was weak and dizzy & I just couldn't do more. Through that I sought the answer to the question of what I was worth if I couldn't do anything for myself? He was tender and yet when He needed to, He'd kick me in the butt to get moving. 🙂

Human suffering, for me, has been a way of purging pride. It's hard to be proud when you can't even walk to the mailbox. But, I am thankful. I will say this. I am thankful it's coming to an end, but, yes, I am thankful the Lord put me on that road. I have done a lot of stupid stuff. I will deal with the consequences for a long time. But even in that, without Him it would/could be SO, SO, SO MUCH WORSE. His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.

Great is His faithfulness!

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