Yesterday was 13 years that I got married. A milestone in any woman's life. And like any woman in the world, I expected/hoped/wished/strived for a happy marriage. I was a little dreamer (still now) when I thought we needed only love to ensure our marriage. Life proves that I am wrong. Terribly wrong. Love is one of many factors... 13 years is too short compared to our life but long enough for me to experience happy and unhappy, sweet and bitter/painful moments in a woman's life, love and hatred, faith and betrayal, weakness and strength...
Life is not always as we wish. It is a bit difficult for me to accept this to be honest. But I have to...
