As Salaam Alaikum,
I’m crying. I’m crying because I was just watching a show called “True Like: I’m Coming to America” and I kind of saw myself in one of the people, and that is Timothy.
Timothy is from Thailand and he is adjusting to life in the United States. He realizes when he arrives that he has to work very hard, and that going to school may not be as easy as he may have thought— he has to take care of his family, all while trying to save money for school.
What has brought me to tears though is that the very last segment on him he decided to take it upon himself to get a new job and figure out how to get school — as he felt that his caseworkers weren’t getting the job done too well.
I saw myself in him because I am pretty much the same way. I’m about trying to get things done, be dependant on myself. I remember working really hard and trying to make sure that I was doing good in school. And what hurts is that I may have lost my husband because of it. Somehow I became controling as I just tried to make sure that we were ok, had money, and were going to school. And it’s just like I’m being punished now. I didn’t mean for it to cost me my marriage. I just wanted to make sure that we were ok. I wish would have just let him buy his Yu-Gi-Oh cards like he wanted, whenever he liked. I just feel horrible.
I wish he would give me another chance, so we can work it out. I hope that he doesn’t go out of state and leave me. I am so scared.
I wish that he would return home. I love him so much. I just wish he would give me a real chance to change and just try to work it out. Get everything settled. Put time away for us, for our friends, for the things we’d like to buy.
I cry so much because I am without him. I wish that he would call me or text me. Or email me. I wish that he would ask me how I am doing.
I feel like I am really loosing him, especailly if his family is moving because maybe he feels like he has to obligate himself to them as they settle in a completely new state. I hope he returns. No one wants him to leave. My mother loves him. My family loves him. I love him.
I just continue to pray.
Filed under: God, seperation
