For so many days, I've been waiting to use the pain deep inside me to forget her departure, but it has had no effect at all.
"Dad, actually, I'm not saying all these things to blame you today. I just hope you can figure out whether what you're doing is right or wrong. Do you intend to see my mom as your wife?
Think about it yourself. Over these years, how much suffering and pain has she endured, yet she's never spoken a word about it because she knows she has to rely on her own efforts, step by step, until finally living a life that's different from others. I don't understand what could drive you to so ruthlessly choose to hurt her.
She is your wife; she is not a god, nor is she a saint. She can't possibly keep smiling and laughing when her husband neglects her. Even I can't do it. Why can't you stand in my mom's shoes and consider her predicament? Why can't you empathize with how exhausting and painful her life is?
