A 'casual talk' - Confabulate ( chat ) on the price we ALL pay for "FREEDOM". The price that I pay for my freedom of coming home after 12 years of marriage - tears, pain, grief, anxiety, later HAPPINESS..... I paid the price for my freedom. Freedom of speech, freedom of hands, freedom of CHOICE that is the most important and Freedom to roam...I chose to give my hands to my mother and my father who pay for my bills and out of respect I served them with love and care.
My husband did not show any compassion nor shown any love or care for me and he would not pick up the phone for 2 years and I had not seen his face for 2 years now. We hardly talk and there is NO means of communication. I think I had disconnected myself from him and he seem no ends to come to meet me or greet me or take me home. So I'm staying in with my family...
This is the price I pay for my freedom to come home...... I lost my children and I lost my broken down home of a house with my husband. I lost my spouse. Though I did not regret it. There is no time for regret. Time has changed. We must all moved on with our lives. Our lives are at stake and we must proceed to move on and update it with our most utmost tender loving care, the ultimate joy and fun and freedom of choice. I choose to stay. The house here is comfortable enough for me and for my soul. Over there is utter tears and sorrow, discontentment. So uncomfortable, no place to cry no room to shed my tears and hide my sorrow. Right now, I am at peace with the world and with my Lord...
