Live divorce

I hate it, when he throws his shoes on the living room floor.  You see, I’m always inviting him to go watch a movie or do something nice together, but he’s always tired from working.  I feel so bored sometimes. Where is all the passion and excitement?  And his belly! He’s grown a belly and a double chin!  I whish he would bring me flowers. We’ve been fighting a lot. I feel our relation has become distant and cold.  We don’t connect anymore. Maybe the love is gone. I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll make it work out. Perhaps we’ll get a divorce.

I hate it, when he doesn’t send me letters.  You see, I always write and sometimes I’ve got to wait months to get an answer. I know he’s busy, but I just get so worried. I feel desperate and think: Where is he? Is he ok? Will he come back? He’s always been a good husband and father. He’s never beaten too hard and always brought food and money home.  Once, he gave me a gift: a little silk kerchief! It’s so beautiful! I always carry it with me. The distance is horrible. He’s been fighting in this war for two years. I wish he would come back soon. Alive.