Have Faith in Instinct part Two

The heart was set, alright. Mine. I didn't like him and I wasn't sure he's going to make her happy. I knew and I WAS sure. Unlike any other weddings, I cried lots of tears at a point during the reception right after I shook her hands. I got the feeling that I wouldn't be as close to her as I had been. I told a friend about it at that occasion but I don't know if she recalls what I said way back.

So, they were married. For a reason I never know, he quit from his job a few months before the D-day. Later, I found out that he had never worked for the whole nine years of their marriage. What a j**k! So, she's the one who works and became the breadwinner of the family. They had a house which she bought. They had a car which she bought. They had two kids whom she took care of, even for school matters. Why, you ask? Because in spite of being an unemployed and the hubby is at home most of the time, he didn't seem to have enough time to take and/or pick up the kids from school. My friend had to take leaves during school-report days.

I wrote about this friend of mine when she fell from a seat and broke her backbone. It was quite a struggle and everybody thought that she may be paralyzed forever. But she didn't. She survived. And then again, I found out that her parents played a very important role to her miraculous recovery and not her hubby. I didn't even meet him when I visited the hospital where she was lying on a wooden bed without any soft cushions like a pillow or a bolster. No soft matras either because she needed to lay down on her back. An attempt to lay down on one side was like a thrust of sharp needles poked through the back of her body. At that time, I didn't even want to think how or where her husband was. I put my focus on her and prayed for her total recovery.

After she's better and finally could get to work, we made appointments from time to time. It's her call usually. And as usual, I would be a good listener, prepared for any scenarios she'd tell me. Nothing bad. All good. But as a friend, I just knew that she had more stories than what she'd share. I sensed sadness and life problems. As curious as I can be, I didn't ask any further. I kept my mouth shut and set my heart as solemnly as I ever could -- praying, praying and praying hard for her.