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21/12/2006
*A man trying to leave a sterile marriage and the unhappy memory of his stillborn baby*

~ The night he tells his wife of his decision, he works himself up into an angry tirade. He demands of his reflective, quiet wife, " You're going to tell me right now why you married me, what you wanted from me, what was going on inside that head of yours. "
She cups a mug of coffee, her yes become dreamy and she replies, " Yes, I'll tell you. It was like this. When the two of us decided to get married, we were each other's first.
"You were my first, and I was yours. And you said to me that we would go on being first all our lives, that we wouldn't copy anyone, and that whatever we did, in the house, in the garden, anywhere, we would do as if no one had ever done it before.
"That is what you said. That we would be like two children who are lost in the woods but who hold hands tight, and aren't afraid.
"You said that I was beautiful and you were good, and that from now on, it wouldn't embarrass you anymore because when you were little, you were embarrassed that everyone, your housemothers and your teachers and your friends, always said you were good." ~

(A Perfect Peace by Amos Oz ~ translated from Hebrew)

* Sometimes, as the years grind by, in the haze of children's cries and daily deadlines, you forget why you got married in the first place. How you fell in love, and why you continue to stay together. *

wizzing away on 12:35 AM

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