My Paradise

CHAPTER3(the paradise)

The journey in life has no ending .Youre story will continue in another life .I believe it will the place we will be never feeel unwortthy , unloved , and uncared . It will be the place were we all be in unending happiness and life .Some of you doesnt beleive in this theory but once you are in my position you wouldnt like to leave the paradise you are living in . The wonderful moments and a precious time that cant be trade of any amounts .

Frequently, we are drawn to individuals whom we perceive as our fated companions, irrespective of marital status. The state of being in love is ineffable, yet it bestows vital teachings upon us. Such experiences shape our character, and we strive to protect our dear ones from the hardships we have faced. Life's tribulations are significant; they fortify our resilience and independence, fostering gratitude for the personal development they bring about.

Unexpectedly, a stranger can emerge to play a significant role in our lives, becoming a part of who we are today.

The first man I loved, and the father of my child, remains unforgettable. My thoughts frequently return to the cherished memories and profound emotions he stirred in me. His protective gestures, like ensuring I was shielded from the sun with his umbrella—a daily ritual—are still clear in my mind. He was always attentive, making sure I was cared for, whether I was leaving school or on my way home, and he never failed to meet my needs, despite my tendency to provoke disagreements. Truthfully, jealousy has never been a trait of mine. I've never experienced issues, insecurities, or envy towards other women in his company. This may be due to my upbringing; my parents met all my needs, leaving no room for feelings of inadequacy. As a child, I enjoyed an abundance of toys and happily shared them with visiting friends. Thus, his accusations of jealousy seemed unfounded. Seeing him engage with other girls only felt natural to me; I would even join in and playfully tease him, unaware of any pain it caused. If he sought attention through antics or by walking away, I wouldn't challenge him directly but would rather initiate an argument, holding the belief, as many do, that I was in the right. After our quarrels, he was always the one to extend an olive branch, whether through a rose, chocolates—sometimes imported, budget permitting—or a heartfelt note of apology tucked into my bag.

I cannot assign the blame solely to him for the breakdown of our relationship, nor can I blame myself entirely. It was painful to witness his transformation from a loving and caring partner into someone I no longer recognized. The plans and dreams we shared, along with our child, vanished; promises were broken, and the love I once felt from him dissipated, leaving me questioning, "Where is the love?" The love that provided me with safety, happiness, and security is gone. Now, my heart and soul are filled with hatred and anger towards him. I feel victimized, as though my innocence was taken advantage of, depriving me of future possibilities. This anger has turned me against the person I once cherished the most. He is the man I never wanted to lose or part with, my love for him as deep as the Atlantic Ocean. Yet, I struggle to come to terms with our separation and the unexpected blessings it brought.