Gifts of love and remembrance
Yes, that’s what plants are. My husband planted so many trees in our compound that now protect us from major pollution. It cocoons us in greenery and keeps us cool.
June 8, 2014
Yes, that’s what plants are. My husband planted so many trees in our compound that now protect us from major pollution. It cocoons us in greenery and keeps us cool.
Think about these things. In science, it’s called energy. In religion, it’s called God. Love is the son of God. The son of God isn’t a person, it is love. And the greatest essence of this energy is also love which permeates the whole universe.
I’m 34 years old, married with three kids and work as a radio officer on a cruise ship. I married at 18, barely completing my two-year course. My husband, 38, was a seaman who has retired due to diabetes. I am now the breadwinner in the family.
I married my cousin’s childhood friend who is four years older than me. They have been friends since elementary.
There was a time I went out of town. While there, a guy friend of mine attended to me and hung out in my hotel room, with my consent. One thing led to another—we kissed, we touched and we tasted (for lack of a better word).
It must have been during the early American period when parents began naming their kids “Baby Girl” and “Baby Boy” (lest they forget). In time the girls ended up becoming, of course, Lola Baby or Lola Girlie, and the guys Lolo Boy or Lolo Boyet. A counterpart today could be “Missy” who will, too, inevitably become “Miss Missy” or “Mrs. Missy.”
I’m 43 years old and I have a 49-year-old boyfriend. He was my classmate in high school and we met again after 22 years. His marriage was annulled and he has kids. We see each other once a month, which I think is not often. Yet we see to it that we text each other almost every day.
My husband cannot believe what happens to me and my computer; he claims it’s supposed to never happen at all. You see, he presumes everyone thinks and does things like him.
I am a nurse, and about to leave for a job abroad. But I am having second thoughts—should I or shouldn’t I? I am 25 years old, married, with a three-month-old baby. I also have a 10-year-old daughter from a previous relationship.
I read your article about the cheating husband who posted pictures on Facebook. I suddenly thought about my own husband; he is 38 and I am 37 years old. We’ve been married eight years and have one child. He was my first boyfriend ever, and I his first girlfriend, for five years.
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