Marriage. Hard to let go.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got 

something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes..

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I 

want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead 

she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, 

you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted 

to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; 

she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our 

house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. 

The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for 

her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane 

so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me 

her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several 

weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t 

have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an 

eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care 

so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but 

needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both 

struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in 

a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had 

carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the 

month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was 

going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. 

No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. 

So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, 

daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom 

to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed 

her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I 

put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell 

the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I 

realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was 

graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman 

who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of 

intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the 

month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find 

a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she 

had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I 

reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his 

father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our 

son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might 

change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, 

through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held 

her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could 

hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that 

our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. 

I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the 

door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I 

moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring 

probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each 

other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am 

supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me 

a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove 

away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl 

asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until 

death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find 

my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy 

with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from 

the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.

— At least, in the eyes of our son — I’m a loving husband...

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the 

car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but 

cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build 

intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize 

how close they were to success when they gave up.. 

Terhilang di Jakarta

            Sudah 15 tahun saya hidup di kota Jakarta. Tentu saja saya hapal jalan-jalannya, terlebih daerah Jakarta Timur dan Pusat. Tiap jalan besar sampai gang-gang berbahaya saya sudah tau. Alat-alat transportasi sudah pernah saya coba semua. Mulai dari taxi, angkot, bus, kereta, bahkan getek pun pernah saya tumpangi.

             Beberapa kali sudah saya kecopetan dan juga di todong. Belasan kali saya ikut terjun di dalam tauran antarsiswa. Semua terjadi bukan atas sekehendak saya, hanya karena terpaksa. Kerasnya hidup di Jakarta sudah saya rasakan semenjak di sekolah dasar. Berada di jalanan semenjak sekolah dasar membuat mental saya makin kuat. Sampai menjadi miskin pun saya tidak takut.

              Hidup bersama dengan ayah, ibu, dan kakak yang pemberani juga menjadi modal saya untuk berani terjun ke jalanan sejak di sekolah dasar. Tetapi, ini tetap tidak mudah. Bagi saya yang sudah biasa berada di jalanan dan naik angkutan umum kemana-mana, jalanan di Jakarta tetap tidak pernah saya anggap aman. Masih ada ketakutan-ketakutan terselubung jika saya melewati jalan-jalan tertentu. Lebih bersikap waspada, sebenarnya.

Seperti halnya pada sore hari ini. Saya baru sehabis pulang dari sebuah restoran franchise Amerika yang cukup terkenal di Indonesia sewaktu saya mendapatkan kesialan ini. Dompet saya hilang! Saya sudah tau kalau itu pasti jatuh di kursi tempat saya duduk di restorang tersebut. Sedangkan, saya baru menyadarinya ketika saya sudah berada cukup jauh dari tempat itu. Akhirnya saya tidak tahu saya harus pulang naik apa. Mau naik ojek, di rumah tidak ada orang untuk bayar. Mau naik angkot, saya tidak ada duit lagi untuk bayar. Kemudian saya berjalan ke arah warung kaki lima di dekat situ. Saya permisi kepada seorang ibu-ibu yang jualan di situ. Akhirnya, saya berpikir ‘sepertinya saya bisa meminta tolong kepada ibu ini.’ Saya pun kemudian seperti mengemis dengan muka yang memelas untuk meminta seribu. Saya menceritakan apa yang terjadi kepada ibu itu. Akhirnya luluh lah hati ibu itu melihat saya yang melas wajahnya. Maka, dengan seribu itu saya naik angkot dan kemudia turun di suatu tempat dan naik ojek kemudian bayar di rumah menggunakan uang saya yang ada dirumah, sebesar lima ribu rupiah saja.

Keberanian semacam inilah yang saya maksud. Berani meminta bantuan ketika kita memang perlu. Jangan seperti orang dungu yang ketika dia sedang di dalam kesusahan dia hanya diam saja dan berharap ada orang yang akan membantu dirinya. Bantuan itu harus di raih, kawan! Tidak semudah itu engkau mendapat bantuan orang, kecuali engkau korban bencana alam yang dashyat. Dengan inilah dirimu yang tadinya terhilang bisa kembali pulang.

Kemampuan ini juga bisa di pakai dalam kehidupan sekolahmu. Ketika kau sedang kesulitan menelaah pelajaran, tanya gurumu! Minta bantuan daripadanya. Untuk itulah uang sekolah harus kau bayar setiap tahun. Untuk gaji gurumu yang bisa kau tanyai dan meminta pertolongan. Maka itu, melonglonglah tanda dirimu sedang susah sebelum kau terdiam dan mati beku.

Cerita Rakyat: Danau Toba (Versi Aldoo)

                Pada zaman dahulu kala, bahkan sebelum Hindu-Buddha datang ke Indonesia, adalah seorang nelayan di daerah Sumatera Utara. Nelayan ini hidup sendiri di desanya. Iya hidup begitu sederhana. Suatu ketika, ketika ia sedang memancing, ia menangkap seekor ikan mas yang sangat mengkilap warnanya. Sang nelayan pun sangat senang karena bisa mendapatkan sebuah ikan yang begitu bagus. Tetapi, ia tidak ingin menjadikan ikan mas itu sebagai pajangan atau hewan peliharaan. Ia bermaksud untuk memasaknya dan memakannya, karena ia tahu kalau ikan mas itu sangat enak rasanya.

                Dibawanyalah ikan mas itu ke rumahnya dan diletakkan di dalam sebuah ember besar. Ia pikir ia akan memasaknya besok karena ia sudah lelah untuk hari ini. Keesokan harinya ketika ia ingin membuat sebuah sarapan, ia teringat kembali akan ikan mas itu. Ia kemudian mengangkat ember itu ke atas meja agar ia dapat mengambil ikan itu dengan lebih mudah. Tetapi, tiba-tiba ada suara yang sangat merdu yang berkata kepadanya. ‘Jangan makan aku!’ Sang nelayan pun terkejut mendengarnya. Dia melihat-lihat sekeilling. Suara darimanakah itu? tanyanya dalam hati. Ia kemudian kembali lagi menaruh perhatiannya pada ikan mas itu. Ia tidak jadi memakannya karena sudah tidak enak lagi perasaannya, maka ia pun pergi bekerja sebagai nelayan dan meninggalkan ikan mas itu di rumah.

                Ketika hari mulai malam, sang nelayan itu kembali ke rumahnya. Ia tampak terkejut dan tercengang melihat isi rumahnya yang tiba-tiba rapih dan bersih. Ia bingung akan apa yang terjadi. Dilihatnya satu-persatu dari barang-barang yang dimilikinya, semuanya tertata rapih dan tidak berdebu. Masih dengan terheran-heran dan terus bertanya-tanya ia duduk dan tertidur.

                Pada pagi harinya, ia terbangun dan mendapatkan satu piring makanan sudah tersedia di depannya. Ia kembali terkejut. Kemudian datang lagi suara yang sama seperti dua hari yang lalu, suara yang merdu itu. ‘inilah balas budiku karena engkau tidak memakanku. Aku sudah membantumu dalam membereskan rumahmu dan menyiapkan makanan. Aku akan terus melakukan hal ini jika engkau tidak memakanku.’

                Kemudian berlututlah sang nelayan sambil menunduk. ‘Siapakah engkau hai dewi? Tunjukkan lah dirimu kepadaku.’

                ‘Aku akan menjadi istrimu senantiasa jika engkau berjanji tidak akan menceritakan darimana asalku kepada anak kita kelak.’

                Setelah suara itu berhenti, ember yang berisi ikan mas itu tiba-tiba bergetar. Makin lama makin kencang getarannya. Nelayan itu perlahan-lahan melangkah menjauhi ember itu. Tiba-tiba ikan mas itu lompat keluar dan perlahan-lahan bisa berdiri, lalu mulai tumbuh tangan, tumbuh tangan, wajahnya mulai terbentuk, tumbuh rambut, kemudian makin lama makin tinggi. Pada akhirnya ikan mas itu tumbuh menjadi seorang perempuan yang manis dan elok rupanya. Maka tersanjunglah nelayan itu. Ia terkagum-kagum atas kencantikan perempuan yang baru saja berubah dari ikan mas.

                ‘Aku bersedia menjadi suami yang baik, dan aku juga berjanji tidak akan menceritakan ini kepada anak kita kelak.’

                Maka hiduplah sang nelayan itu dengan istrinya dengan bahagia. Mereka kemudian mempunyai seorang anak laki-laki. Anak itu kemudian bertumbuh dan menjadi seorang anak remaja yang besar dan sehat.

                Suatu ketika anak itu sedang dalam perjalanan menuju ke pantai untuk menemui ayahnya dan memberikan bekal makan yang dititipkan oleh ibunya. Tetapi, di tengah jalan anak itu di ajak bermain bola terlebih dahulu bersama dengan teman-temannya. Maka bermainlah anak itu sampai petang. Ketika selesai bermain bola, maka anak itu pun lelah dan merasa lapar. Dia secara tidak sadar memakan bekal ayahnya yang sudah dititipkan ibunya. Selesai makan ia pun melanjutkan perjalanannya untuk bertemu ayahnya. Tetapi, anak itu memberikan tempat makan yang kosong karena sudah habis dimakannya. Maka marahlah nelayan itu kepada anaknya.

‘Aku berkerja bersusah payah demi kau dan ibu kau! Masakan engkau tidak bisa membawakan aku makanan untuk kumakan setelah aku berkerja bersusah payah? Dasar kau anak ikan! Perilakumu sama seperti hewan, seenaknya saja! Dasar anak ikan durhaka!’

                Maka menangislah anak itu dan berlari pulang ke rumahnya. Ia bertemu ibunya dan menangis dipangkuan ibunya. Anak itu kemudian menceritakan segalanya termasuk perkataan ayahnya.

‘Apa? Dia mengatakan hal itu? Dia sudah melanggar janjinya kepadaku, maka aku akan menenggelamkannya di tempat ini. Nak, larilah kau ke bukit yang ada di sana, carilah tempat perlindungan yang aman, selamatkanlah dirimu nak!’

                Dengan taat anak itu berlari ke atas bukit yang sudah di tunjukkan oleh ibunya. Langit menjadi gelap seketika, seperti akan hujan besar. Dari atas, anak itu melihat kalau ibunya sedang berbicara kepada ayahnya.

‘Suamiku, kau telah melanggar perjanjian kita! Aku tidak akan memaafkanmu! Aku akan kembali menjadi ikan dan tidak akan pernah bertemu denganmu lagi. Kau akan kubenamkan ditempat ini karena kesalahan yang telah kau perbuat.’

                Menangislah perempuan itu sambil diiringi oleh hujan besar yang kian deras menerpa desa itu. Perempuan itu lama-kelamaaan berubah kembali menjadi ikan mas seperti waktu pertama kali ditemukan oleh nelayan itu. Derasnya hujan menyebabkan desa itu banjir, dan banjir itu semakin lama semakin tinggi. Setelah hujan deras yang bergitu lama ini usai, tebentuklah sebuah danau yang mengelilingi bukit dimana anak dari ikan mas dan juga sang nelayan berada.

                Danau itu hingga kini dikenal dengan Danau Toba, dan bukit yang berada ditengahnya disebut sebagai Pulau Samosir, karena anak itu ternyata bernama Samosir. Hingga hari ini, penduduk sekitar masih mempercayai ketika bulan purnama tiba, ikan mas itu akan muncul di permukaan Danau Toba.  

Ubud Writers and Readers Festival (Part 1)

                Di sini saya. Menunggu jam penerbangan yang tinggal setengah jam lagi. Sekarang saya sedang duduk disebuah restoran ternama di Jakarta yang ada di terminal 3 airport Soekarno-Hatta. Posisi duduk saya agak di tengah membuat saya leluasa melihat sekeliling saya. Ada banyak sekali orang-orang yang berasal dari berbagai suku. Sebagaima kita tahu, Indonesia memang terkenal dengan keberagaman suku dan budayanya. Beberapa menit yang lalu, saya baru saja mendengar satu keluarga berbahasa Indonesia dengan logat Jawa Surabaya yang sangat kental. Mulai dari orangtuanya hingga anaknya yang paling kecil. Selain itu saya juga melihat beberapa orang yang berbahasa lain, menurut perkiraan saya itu bahasa Bali karena pada jam itu flight dari pesawat yang akan saya tumpangi adalah ke Bali.

                Setelah selesai makan, saya pun mulai mengangkat tas dan berjalan menuju ruang tunggu di atas. Sampai di atas saya menunggu sambil membuka internet dan membuka satu per satu sistus sosial yang biasa saya kunjungi. Hanya 15 menit waktu yang saya habiskan di ruang tunggu, selanjutnya saya langsung naik ke pesawat, tepat 10 menit sebelum lepas landas. Di atas pesawat saya hanya duduk dan tertidur, karena tidak ada yang bisa dilihat selain daripada tumpukan awan. Sambil mendengarkan musik dari ipod, saya tertidur dengan pulas.

                Saya tiba-tiba terbangun karena ada guncangan. Ternyata pesawat sedang mengalami turbulensi. Ini terjadi karena pesawat sedang dalam posisi turun dan saya ini juga berarti akan segera sampai di pulau Bali. Yes! Kata saya dalam hati. Saya memang sudah sangat tidak sabar untuk sampai di Bali. Waktu menunjukkan jam setengah tiga. Sekitar dua puluh menit lagi pesawat saya akan mendarat di bandara Juanda. Saya mulai mematikan ipod dan juga laptop karena dilarang menyala dalam kondisi akan mendarat.

                Akibat dari mematikan ipod adalah saya akhirnya bisa mendengarkan dan merasakan apa yang terjadi di sekeliling saya. Ternyata, ada seorang India yang besar (red=gendut) yang sangat ribut berbicara dengan keluarganya. Sudah ribut, duduknya miring-miring pula, saya tambah kesal. Dia duduk sendiri dibelakang saya dan sisa dari anggota keluarganya duduk di belakang pria besar ini. Mereka membicarakan sesuatu dalam bahasa mereka yang saya harap saya tidak akan pernah mengerti, karena saya tahu pasti mereka membicarakan hal yang tidak penting yang akan membuat saya tambah memaki mereka.

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                Tiba sudah saya di bandara Internasional Ngurah Rai, Bali. Karena saya tidak menaruh apapun di bagasi, saya langsung keluar dengan langkah tegap dan cepat. Dengan segera saya menelepon seseorang yang seharusnya menyebut saya. Akhirnya setelah bertemu, kami langsung naik mobil dan pergi ke rumah orang ini. Ketika sudah sampai kami, atau tepatnya saya, langsung ganti baju dan tertidur.

                Besoknya, saya berangkat dari rumah orang itu ke ubud. Acara pertama mulai jam 10 WITA dan saya sudah sangat penasaran akan seperti apa acaranya.  

Omegling Fun!

Last night, i was trying the new mode of omegle. The idea is you can make a question about everything and you can watch 2 strangers talking about your question. When i try this, the first two stranger are ok, the second, the third, the fourth everything just fine. Until i have this one. 

 Iphone 4 or Blackberry Bold 9900?

Stranger 1: Nether

Stranger 2: IPHONE FREAKING 5

Stranger 2: be patient man

Stranger 1: NO ITS NOT IPOHONE 5

Stranger 1: ITS THE IPHONE 4S

Stranger 1: FUCKER

Stranger 1: Read!

Stranger 2: I KNOW!

Stranger 1: NO YOU DONT!

Stranger 2: thats why i said be patient

Stranger 2: cuz its coming out

Stranger 2: idk when

Stranger 2: but it is

Stranger 1: Have I told you I love you yet?

Stranger 2: No, darling.

Stranger 1: Stranger I've had a crush on you for years!

Stranger 1: YEARS!

Stranger 2: Oh my God, me too! Since the moment I saw your name (Stranger), I fell in love!

Stranger 1: I know right. So when are we going to bangout.

Stranger 1: I ment hangout stupied out correct.

Stranger 1: auto

Stranger 1: We can do both though.

Stranger 2: XD

Stranger 2: Now.

Stranger 2: We should bang out and hang out now.

Stranger 2: (this must be fun to read for the "spy" person thing)

Stranger 1: Yes we should. I think I have found my soulmate.

Stranger 2: You really ARE the one!

Stranger 1: Spy we going to put on a show my good man. Watch me work my magic!

Stranger 1: You just now noticing im the one?

Stranger 1: Come on now. You know you love any, and eveything about me!

Stranger 1: DONT DENY!

Stranger 2: Oh, I will not!

Stranger 1: You have no choice.

Stranger 2: I love everything about you!

Stranger 1: TELL ME MOAR!

Stranger 2: MOAR!

Stranger 2: (XD)

Stranger 1: I know this is going to be hard, but try and tell me something you dont love about me.

Stranger 1: AT LEAST TRY!

Stranger 2: Oh, no, this is painful!

Stranger 1: I know soulmate but the spy might want to hear.

Stranger 1: IM LISTENING!

Stranger 2: I don't love the deepest, darkest end of your asshole.....I'm so sorry, you had to know....

Stranger 1: What no! I thought you loved that the most about me.

Stranger 2: That was a lie....Oh, no, I might...FAINT!

Stranger 2: Why are you making me say things when you love me so much?

Stranger 1: Stay with me. I know this is hard, but the spy must hear.

Stranger 2: The marriage is for a few days!

Stranger 1: I m just making you love me HARDER.

Stranger 1: NOOO

Stranger 1: Its not.

Stranger 1: We having the honey moon with the wedding.

Stranger 1: without

Stranger 2: Oh, yes, straight to the sex! As you have told me so often.

Stranger 1: I don't do relationships but even better though. You are are fuck buddy soulmate!

Stranger 1: This was ment to be all along!

Stranger 2: Indeed it was!

Stranger 2: Sex first, talking second.

Stranger 1: See that is why you are my soulmate.

Stranger 1: Or we can combine the to see we can just rest after.

Stranger 1: two

Stranger 2: No resting with you, honey!

Stranger 1: Going to be the best 2-4 minutes of your life!

Stranger 2: THAT is why I love you, soulmate.

Stranger 2: I can not wait!

Stranger 1: I know I know so come pick me up.

Stranger 2: I'm already there! Banging out can not wait!

Stranger 1: If I am giving you the best 2-4 minutes of your life. The least you can do is pick me up

Stranger 1: Hanging out to right?

Stranger 1: Hang out first than bangout

Stranger 2: Of course, darling.

Stranger 1: Hang out for about 30 seconds then we must proceed to the bangout

Stranger 2: Indeed, we MUST!

Stranger 2: 3mins30secs of PURE bangout.

Stranger 1: Well thats at me best though.

Stranger 1: 2 minutes and 30 seconds it about me average.

Stranger 1: If you really good there is NO WAY I WILL LAST THAT LONG!

Stranger 1: NO FUCKING WAY!

Stranger 2: YES, NO WAY ON EARTH!

Stranger 2: But don't worry, soulmate, I am really good.

Stranger 1: Can you not be too good? I wanna last for at least 3 minutes though.

Stranger 2: I will try my worse.

Stranger 1: I mean this is are fuck buddy soulmate honey moon.

Stranger 1: Can you do your worsest worst?

Stranger 2: I fully agree with you.

Stranger 1: Will make me feel better.

Stranger 2: I will try my worsest worser worse.

Stranger 1: Sounds good.

Stranger 2: Now, I must leave. Before the clock strikes 12!

Stranger 1: You primed and ready?

Stranger 1: I dont think I can make that deal.

Stranger 2: You must, time is ticking!

Stranger 1: If you get here at 11:57 you should be able to make it out on time!

Stranger 1: Spy you loving this huh?

Stranger 2: I will see you there, sweetheart. In front of your magical palace at 11:57! Until then, farewell!




It was nice meeting you, Stranger XD hahahahaha

Stranger 2: Bye, spy and LOVE this so much ur gonna fuck it.

Stranger 2: byyyyye

Stranger 1: Yes yes stranger. the future awaits us!

Stranger 2: Or shall I say? Farewell, darling!

Stranger 1: NO SEE YOUR ASS LATER!

Stranger 1: THATS BETTER!

Stranger 2: XD

Stranger 2: bet you will

Stranger 1: Stranger it was fun! I m out.

Stranger 2: BYEEEE SOULMATE :D :D :D

I am against abortion!

Hi, Mommy.

I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. ... Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.
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Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?

You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?

I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.

...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!

I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

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