Translated…
Do you believe in past lives? Although this may be a bit unbelievable, but, when we’d met someone, there would be that feeling of déjà vu, like we’re acquainted with them in a previous lifetime! “We are a pair this life, because we’d worked hard in our past lives to become related this life!”, my husband, is supposedly, someone with whom I’d needed a hundred-years’ hard work to get, but, how come when we relate to each other, there’s not that intimacy?
It’s not I’m complaining about him, it’s just that every time I’d asked, “hey, come see why my computer crashed?”, the reply I received would always be, “Wait a minute!”, but the wait was, way more than a minute, I’d needed to urge him to do it, then, he’d finally, moved. If we’d gone out to dine, I’d asked, “how about the fish?” he’d replied, “the fish isn’t fresh here”, “how about the chicken then?”, he’d stated, “the chicken here is too expensive!”, as I ordered up a plate of vegetables, he’d said, that the other variety has more nutritional values, and no matter what I’d said, he’d always, got on the oppositions.
lovers from a past life…
But, to my daughter, it’s, totally different, like last night, he’d asked her, if she wanted the small rice porridge for supper? She’d replied, “I’d still be hungry!”, he’d asked her about beef noodle soup, “too greasy!”, then, he’d asked her about the Japanese restaurant, she’d said, “the sashimi is way too raw”, then, how about that hot food shop? She’d stated, “We’d gone there all the time, it’s not new”, he’d gotten angered, and asked, “what do you want then?”, she’d told him, “Spaghetti”, then, my husband became troubled, upped his pitch, told her, that he couldn’t get used to eating that sort of food, then, my daughter played coy, “you must be creative in food too, if you followed the rules all the time, then, it wouldn’t be fun!” as he’d heard, he’d agreed, and allowed my daughter to have spaghetti.
There’s something else, we lived in the mountains of Hsinbei city from before, and the bus that the community had was hard to wait for, and I’d often rode to the foot of the hill, then asked my husband to come pick me up in the car, but he’d always, stalled and stalled, and stalled, but, as my daughter wanted to get picked up, he’d sped up. When I asked my daughter how come she’s home so soon, she’d replied, that she’d told her dad to pick her up ten minutes early, and that her cell phone was going out of power. After I’d learned, I’d tried it too, but, in just two tries, it’d, stopped working, I’d asked my husband, “Why did it take you so long?”, he’d told me, he had a long wait at the light, but as I got home, I saw the T.V. on, I’d known what had happened.
It seems, that in life, I’d, lost out to him, and he had, lost out to our daughter, like the food chain, and, it’s all because, I’m his wife in this life, but, his daughter was, a lover from a past life.
not my photo
So, this, is the differential treatment of a husband to his wife, versus to their daughter, and because fathers usually loved their daughters more than their wives, that, would be why, if it’s the daughters who’d requested things, the men would normally, deliver, in the shortest possible time, while if it were the wives (1 @ a time!), they’d stalled, and stalled, and stalled…
Life, the Obstacle Course 