The growth of a woman, translated…
We all say, that losing isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but, it surely, isn’t easy, changing that thought, I have two examples you can learn from here.
There was, a traditional market close by my house, there was, an old building in it, underneath that low roof, the light shone on a small workspace, it was, a seamstress’s shop that belonged to Mei-Yi. Around two decades ago, I’d often taken the fabrics developed by my company to her to have the dresses made, that, was how I got to know the owner, and, I’d learned, that her husband didn’t have a stable job, but, set his sights too high, after his affair, he’d, left his parents, his wife and his children behind, and so, Mei-Yi had, stitch, by stitch, carried the burdens of keeping the household’s economy running.
Mei-Yi had been unhappy a long time. One day, she got a wake up call, that her long-term depressed moods may affect her own children’s growing up processes, so, she’d, picked herself up off the floors; at which time, her husband settled down, on the ventures of selling a traditional Taiwanese food item, and had, even rented a space at the night markets too. She’d originally thought, that her life is getting better, but, her husband’s drive to work lasted but three second’s time. But, the selling space was already, rented, and so, Mei-Yi can only, wake up a three in the morning every day, and, grinded up the rice, and prepared the stuffing, so she can make the foods for the night time.
Because Mei-Yi knew that her husband’s heart was, elsewhere, she’d, decided, to let him go. After her divorce, she took over the small food stand, and, several years later, her originally white and silky smooth hands became, calloused, and, her originally slender-built body also became, deformed, from the heavy lifting she did for work. But gladly, her three children would often help her out at the nightmarkets, and took over the heavier tasks, and, Mei-Yi also slowly, got out of the loss of her own marriage, and started mending up the clothes once more, and she’d started, smiling again.
But, the wife of the owner of the textile mill I worked in still circled in the vortex of her own misery to this day. When she was younger, she’d worked alongside my boss, later on, he had an affair and had a child with the affair. Back then, we’d often seen, the wife of the owner of the text mill, overseeing the functions of the textile mill, and looking after her own three young children who were still going to school.
She’d argued on and on, about the spare and the illegitimate child her husband had with him, she was even beaten, that she’d been taken, to the hospitals, but she just, refused to sign the divorce papers, said that she felt unfair, that she’d worked so hard alongside her husband, and now, she’s just, supposed to, let someone else have the benefits. Over a decade had passed, her children are married and with their own families now, and the owner of the textile mill moved in with his spare, leaving her, all alone. If, she was willing to, let her husband, and his spare, as well as herself off easy, then, maybe, she would’ve, found her own happiness by now.
Yeah, you’re right, from an outsider’s angle, but, unless you’d been, betrayed like this woman had, and experienced the hardships she’d weathered through in her life, what RIGHT have you to comment, on how she should be or shouldn’t be, living her life, using her own way, huh??? This still just shows, how there are, a lot of things that others may not know, when they look at someone else’s life…
Life, the Obstacle Course 