That's the thing with you people. You think you could love someone one second and hate them the next. Well, you can't.

She hated him for all her might. She hated him for leaving her all those years ago, she hated him for all the stares he’d given her every single time – the one that you had with a stranger; emotionless and cold – she hated him for forcing her to stay in the house with all the nasty souls, she hated him because she simply hadn’t known him very well.

I could just felt the twinge of resentment with her being there, where my mother was supposed to be. What right did she have, to replace that place?

Things have their way of staying with you forever, haunting your sleep and giving you false hope.

I synonymously felt my heart beat rapaciously, the heart which was once void of anything alive and well. Now the heart was rasping and knocking on my ribcage as if it was demanding to come out, take its root and grow.

A marriage is about how clever you deal with it, not about pushing it away when hurricanes come crashing down. You've to be strong and find a way to not let the world tear your marriage apart.